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THE JUBILEE OF THE 
ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 



THE JUBILEE 

OF THE 

ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 

OF NORTH AMERICA 

1847-1897 



BEING A RECORD OF THE 

BANQUET OF THE FRATERNITY IN 

COMMEMORATION OF HER FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY, 

DELMONICO'S, NEW YORK, APRIL TWENTY-FOURTH, MDCCCXCVII ; 

AND OF THE DINNER WHICH USHERED IN THAT BANQUET, THE ST. DENIS, 

NEW YORK, APRIL TWENTY-THIRD, MDCCCXCVII ; 

TO WHICH ARE APPENDED SOME OP THE 

LOVE POEMS WHICH ZETA 

PSI HAS INSPIRED 



PUBLISHED BY 

EDWARD H. LITCHFIELD, PHI, '67 

CHAIRMAN OF THE SEMI-CENTENNIAL EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE 

EDITED BY 

WILLIAM H. Mcelroy, theta, ^eo 







NEW YORK 
MCMIII 



THE LIBRARY OF 
CONGRtSS, 

Two Copies Receivec' 

APR 10 1903 

Copyright Entty 
CLASS a/XXc. No. 
COPY B. ' 



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Copyright, 1903, by 
Edward H. Litchfield 



The DeVinne Press. 



CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Sketch of the Jubilee x 

Grand Officers and Committees xi 

List op Those Present xii 

Dinner Ushering in the Semi-Centennial Banquet 1 

Chairman Lawton's Salutatory 3 

Song, ''We Come Each Other Warmly Greeting" , . . 6 

Speech by W. H. Carter, Phi, '50 7 

Song, ''Zeta Psi We Pledge To-night" 12 

Speech by R. T. W. Duke, Jr., Beta, '74 13 

Song, ''The Badge op Zeta Psi'' 15 

Speech by George S. Mott, Phi, '50 16 

Poem, "The Golden Badge" 17 

by rodney "welch, chi, '52 

Loving Cup to Albert Buchman, Psi, '79 20 

Speech by E. S. J. Fisher, Eta, '67 21 

Speech by Wm. Van Wyck, Alpha, '89 23 

Speech and Poem by Israel C. Pierson, Phi, '65 24 

Parting Song, "Farewell, Farewell, as Our Hands Unclasp" . 26 

The Semi-Centennial Banquet 27 

Menu 29 

Phi Alpha F. Le Roy Satterlee's Salutatory 30 

Semi-Centennial Oration, "The New Aristocracy" 34 

BY CHAS. H. EATON, KAPPA, '74 

History of Zeta Psi 44 

BY MARSHALL S. BROWN, EPSILON, '92 

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vi CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Semi-Centennial Poem, ''When This Old Pin was New" .... 49 
by william h. mcelroy, theta, '60 

Telegrams from Absentees 52 

Speech by the Toastmaster 53 

Presentation of Medallion to Phi Alpha Satterlee 54 

Speech by W. H. Carter, Phi, '50 . 55 

Speech by Nelson Dingley, Jr., Chi, '55 58 

Speech by Chas. De Witt Bridgman, Phi, '55 62 

Speech by John W. Bennett, Phi, '53 64 

Speech by Col. Henry Walker, Rho, '55 , .... 66 

Speech by R. T. W. Duke, Jr., Beta, '74 68 

Installation of Grand Officers 71 

Farewell Ode, "Dear Brothers, Now the Hour Has Come" ... 71 

Character and Culture 72 

BY EX-GOVERNOR ELISHA DYER, EPSILON, '59 

The Full Significance of Zeta Psi .76 

by judge AUGUSTUS VAN WYCK, UPSILON, '64 

THE POEMS OF ZETA PSI 83 

Twenty Years of Zeta Psi 85 

BY SAMUEL B. SUMNER, ZETA, '49 

"Old Boys, Young Boys" 89 

by rodney welch, chi, '52 

The Birth of Zeta Psi 91 

BY WILLIAM RANKIN DURYEE, DELTA, '56 

"All on Deck, Man the Sails" 98 

by henry B. ATHERTON, psi, '59 

Cadmus and Zeta Psi 103 

by WILLIAM h. Mcelroy, theta, '6o 

The Unknown Great 105 

by rodney welch, chi, '52 

The Love of Zeta Psi 108 

BY FRANCIS LE ROY SATTERLEE, PHI, '65 

The Promised Land 109 

by william h. mcelroy, theta, 60 



CONTENTS vii 

PAGE 

Help and Brotherhood Ill 

BY FRANK M. HAWES, KAPPA, '72 

The Fairest Queen 112 

BY HOWARD N. FULLER, DELTA, '74 

The Pin of Zeta Psi 113 

BY WILLIAM KELLY OTIS, ALPHA, '82 

FoRSAN Et H^c Olim Meminisse Juvabit 114 

BY JOSEPH H. BOWES, THETA XI, '84 

Bound to Know It All 117 

BY WILLIAM H. McELROY, THETA, '60 

Old Zete and New Zete 120 

by prank m. hawes, kappa, '72 

De Amicitia 120 

BY CHARLES W. COLBY, ALPHA PSI, '87 

Gravitation of Mankind 131 

by edwards s. dunn, sigma, '87 

Progress 134 

BY EDWARD C. PLUMMER, LAMBDA, '87 

Memories and Hopes 142 

by lawrence a. mclouth, xi, '87 

"Just a Room Full of Zetes" 143 

BY WILLIAM H. EDDY, EPSILON, '92 

A Song to our Sovereign 146 

BY OSCAR PELHAM EDGAR, THETA XI, '92 

On Hearing the Mu Chapter Whistle 148 

by charles k. field, mu, '95 

Star of My Youth 149 

by charles edward thomas, eta, '97 

Stein Song 150 

BY WM. H. CARD, ALPHA BETA, 1901 

In Memoriam 151 

by charles k. field, mu, '95 

Chi's Fiftieth Birthday 151 

by william h. mcelroy, theta, '60 

When Chivalry held Sway 156 

by leo r. lewis, kappa, '87 

Zeta Psi Memories 158 

by israel c. pierson, phi, '65 



INTEODUCTION 

Ever since the Semi-Centennial of Zeta Psi was cele- 
brated, in 1897, there has been a loud call, which has 
steadily grown louder, for a book made up of the ^^ex- 
ercises'' of that most notable occasion in the history of 
our beloved Fraternity, This publication has been pre- 
pared in response to that very natural demand. It con- 
tains a full report of the speeches, poems, songs and the 
other festivities which were inspired by the Semi-Cen- 
tennial. Our orators, poets, and song-writers loyally met 
the best expectations of their brethren at the great jubilee 
banquet and the great jubilee dinner which preceded it, 
so that the pages which follow combine to make a veritable 
^'intellectual treat,'' which cannot but make an irresistible 
appeal to all appreciative Zetes. It is not an exaggeration 
to affirm that the banquet and the dinner were indeed the 
most brilliant and variously interesting functions that the 
Fraternity has ever enjoyed. 

The second part of the volume fittingly supplements 
the first. It consists of the best and brightest of the poems 
which have been written in honor of Zeta Psi. Her praises 
have been sung by her devoted bards ever since she was 
born, and the selections here gathered are in many keys 
and from the representatives of many Chapters. 

''The Jubilee of the Zeta Psi Fraternity of North 
America," as thus constituted, is submitted to the mem- 
bers of the Fraternity with the confident belief that, for 
the reasons set forth, they will give it a hearty welcome. 

W. H. McElroy 



A SKETCH OF THE JUBILEE 

1847-1897 

The Semi-Centeniiial of the Zeta Psi Fraternity of North 
America was celebrated in New York on Friday and Sat- 
urday, April 23 and 24, 1897, in response to this in- 
vitation : 

1847. 1897. 

The Grand Chapter 

of the 

Zeta Psi Fraternity of North America, 

sends greeting. 

You are cordially invited to attend 

the celebration of the 

Semi- Centennial, 

of the founding of the Fraternity, 

to he held in 

connection with the Annual Convention, 

under the auspices of the 

Semi- Centennial Committee, 

in New YorJc. 

Friday and Saturday, April 23d and 24th, 1897. 

F. Le Boy Satterlee, PU Alpha. Thomas Ives Chatfield, Sigma Alpha. 



(Biranb Officers 

Phi Alpha F. LE EOY SATTERLEE 
Alpha Phi Alpha GEORGE VASSAE, JR. 

Sigma Alpha THOMAS I. CHATFIELD 

Alpha Sigma Alpha WALTER A. WEED 

Gamma Alpha ALBERT BUCHMAN 

Sigma Bho Alpha FRANK W. PINE 

Delta Alpha ISRAEL C. PIERSON 

EDWARD H. LITCHFIELD, Chairman of the General Committee 



Israel C. Pierson Nathaniel S. Smith 

Frederick Bonner Edward H. Litchfield 

RuFORD Franklin 



Commiifu of (paiviaxc^B 



William Platt Pepper John Howard Ford 

Andrew Kirkpatrick Fred Raymond Drake 

R. T. W. Duke, Jr. Wyatt G. Johnston 

William E. Burritt Francis Lawton 

Albert Buchman John A. Miller 

Israel C. Pierson Francis S. Keese 

RuFORD Franklin John McClintock 



The Semi-Centeimial Convention of the Grand Chapter 
was held at the Imperial Hotel, New York, April 23 and 
24, 1897. It was called to order by F. Le Roy Satterlee, 
Phi, '65, Phi Alpha. The following grand officers were 
present : 

F. Le Eoy Satterlee (Phi), Phi Alpha. 
George Vassar, Jr. (Alpha), Alpha Phi Alpha. 
Thomas I. Chatfield (Eta), Sigma Gamma. 
Walter A. Weed, Jr. (Zeta), Alpha Sigma Alpha. 
Albert Buchman (Psi), Gamma Alpha. 
Israel C. Pierson (Phi), Delta Alpha. 
Frank W. Pine (Xi), Sigma Eho Alpha. 

Here follows the roll of attendance so far as known: 

Phi Chapter, New York University.— Geo. S. Wood- 
hull, F. Le Roy Satterlee, Israel C. Pierson, A. B. Carle- 
ton, W. H. Carter, James Boyd, J. Fred Dripps, John 
W. Bennett, Arthur B. Waring, Freeman Woodbridge, 
Patriarchs; Clarence Andrews, John R. Beam, Julius A. 
Becker, Frank J. Belcher, Alonzo Blauvelt, C. De W. 
Bridgman, John A. Cosmus, David R. Daly, E. I. Ed- 
wards, Wm. D. Edwards, John R. Evans, Norton D. L. 
Fletcher, C. F. Foster, Moody B. Gates, V. Clyde Gates, 
Arthur T. Gorton, Edmund W. Greacen, Walter J. 
Greacen, H. C. Griffiths, Jacob Halstead, Nathaniel R. 
Hart, Clifford M. Hopwood, Chas. H. Kelby, I. Henry 
Kirby, Chas. F. Lent, S. G. Lindeman, Edward H. Litch- 
field, Walter D. Ludlum, Armitage Mathews, Thos. K. 

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McClelland, Jr., A. M. McLaurie, Frank D. Mersereau, 
Chas. M. Myers, Geo. S. Mott, Randolph Parmly, Harry 
N. Pfeiffer, Leon C. Prince, John Reid, Jr., Thos. H. 
Russell, Joseph C. Roper, P. L. Schenck, Edward P. 
Spragne, Stuart A. Stephenson, Jr., B. H. Stern, Harold 
M. Valentine, Charles H. Vanderbilt, J. M. Van Vleck, 
Franklin A. Wilcox. 

Zeta Chapter J Williams College.— Ezra J. Peck, Walter 
A. Weed, Jr., Chas. W. Wood, Patriarchs ; Almon C. Bar- 
rell, Geo. B. Barrell, Laurance F. Bower, A. Dudley Brit- 
ton, Guy L. Connor, Ray Connor, Roswell D. Cooper, 
Alex. Davidson, Floyd E. DeGroat, Wm. B. Frear, Fred. 
Geller, Myron W. Greene, Wm. E. Greene, Arthur F. 
Hebard, Chas. F. Hepburn, Wolcott J. Humphrey, Henry 
K. Hyde, Ralph S. Keep, Fred B. Newman, Fancher 
Nicoll, Geo. M. Peck, Wm. Ropes, A. T. Safford, Geo. D. 
Sears, Carlton G. Smith, P. Van A. Smith, Dering J. 
Sprague, Dana L. Spring, Wm. M. Stone, E. Kent Swift, 
Harry S. Templeton, Allen S. Titus, Herbert B. Vail, J. S. 
Wheeler, Chas. C. Whitney, V. W. Wickes. 

Delta Chapter, Rutgers College.— Judson H. Hopkins, 
Francis S. Keese, John A. Miller, Henry W. Bookstaver, 
Patriarchs; W. Ryall Burtis, A. H. Brush, H. G. Cooke, 
Albert H. Darnell, Alfred Drury, Francis K. W. Drury, 
John L. Duryee, Joseph R. Duryee, Gerard Hallock, John 
Hess, J. K. Howard, Geo. E. Jackson, Charles J. Negus, 
J. Manning Roberts, Abel I. Smith, Selah W. Strong, J. 
Ford Sutton, G. S. Van Pelt, Havelock Walser, H. M. 
Waldron, H. V. D. Waldron. 

Sigma Chapter , University of Pennsylvania.— Wm. 
Piatt Pepper, Jos. H. Burroughs, Chas. T. Cowperthwait, 
Patriarchs; Howard Butcher, Jr., Crawford Coates, Ed- 
ward C. Dale, Albert P. Gerhard, Corbit Lovering, Carl 
N. Martin, Arthur Newlin, Wm. Pepper, Jr., Thos. Rob- 

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erts, Jr., Chas. E. Ronaldson, J. Somers Smith, Jr., J. 
Walter Steel, A. B. Van der Wielen, W. Sydney Young, 
C. L. Borie, A. B. Kelley. 

CM Chapter, Colby College.— Nelson Dingley, Jr., 
Patriarch; Robert B. Austin, Roy M. Barker, F. B. Bra- 
deen, J. C. Irish, Everett R. Josselyn. 

Epsilon Chapter, Brown University.— Livingston Sat- 
terlee, Francis Lawton, Marshall S. Brown, Patriarchs; 
Maurice H. Cook, Weldon A. Duley, George L. Drowne, 
F. L. C. Keating. 

Bho Chapter, Harvard University.— G. Ludovic Ben- 
nett, Henry Walker, Patriarchs; Samuel C. Lawrence,, 
Nathaniel S. Smith. 

Kappa Chapter, Tufts College.— L. G. Blanchard, E. 
K. Carpenter, E. C. Craig, A. L. Cutler, Chas. H. Eaton, 
Austin B. Fletcher, Walter M. Friend, Benj. A. Hatha- 
way, Geo. B. Hill, H. W. Holbrook, Forster H. Smith, 
Hermon J. Smith, H. Austin Tuttle, Shelley D. Vincent. 

Theta Chapter, Union University.— Wm. H. McElroy, 
Patriarch ; John A. Barnes, Chas. M. Earle. 

Tau Chapter, Lafayette College.— Fred Raymond 
Drake, John Eyerman, Patriarchs ; J. Brentano Clemens, 
Maurice Clemens, A. Harding Colton, William R. Colton, 
J. Clifton Edgar, Louis M. Heminway, Rush N. Harry, 
David A. McBride, Theodorus McLeod, Herbert L. Smith. 

Upsilon Chapter, University of North Carolina.— Au- 
gustus Van Wyck, Sol. C. Weill, Patriarchs; Julian S. 
Carr, W. W. Fuller, Albert Rosenthal. 

Xi Chapter, Michigan University.— Frank W. Pine, 
Patriarch ; Wm. A. Comstock, Sam H. DuShane, Pomeroy 
Ladue, Lawrence A. McClouth, L. K. Merrill, Harry A. 
Newkirk, Henry R. Seager, George C. Stone. 

Pi Chapter, Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute.— John T. 
Halliday, Edward C. Justh. 

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Eta Chapter, Pennsylvania College.— Eobert S. J. 
Fisher. 

Omega Chapter, Chicago University.— Henry T. Tho- 
mas, Patriarch ; Heman R. Powers. 

Lambda Chapter.— FsirkeT P. Simmons, Patriarch; 
Gr. H. D. Foster, Horace E. Henderson, John M. Phelan, 
H. B. Neagle, R. S. Randall. 

Beta Chapter, University of Virginia.— R. T. W. Duke, 
Jr., Patriarch; W. W. Fuller. 

Psi Chapter, Cornell University.— Chas. B. Everson, 
J. Howard Ford, Albert Buchman, Patriarchs; R. V. 
Alexander, Fred. I. Clark, Alfred H. Cowles, Edward W. 
Donn, Jr., Wm. H. Flippen, J. H. W. Hawkins, F. V. D. 
Longacre, De Smet Maguire, J. Alexis Shriver, Albert 
Stamford, C. F. Whittemore, Chas. W. Wickham. 

Gamma Chapter, Syracuse University.— Benjamin J. 
Shove. 

Theta Xi Chapter, University of Toronto.— Wm. E. 
Burritt, Patriarch; W. H. Bunting, Alfred C. Dobell, G. 
Selwyn Holmested, A. L. McAllister. 

Alpha Chapter, Columbia University.— Walter G. Eliot, 
Ruford Franklin, McDougall Hawkes, John McClintock, 
George Vassar, Jr., Patriarchs; D. H. Bates, Jr., A. 
Chester Beatty, Walter N. Clapp, Melvin H. Dalberg, 
John B. Johnson, Chas. H. Ketcham, Wm. C. Meissner, 
Chas. Moran, James Purdon, Edmond E. Robert, Francis 
F. Spies, Clarence Storm, August Zinsser, Jr., Hans W. 
Zinsser. 

Alpha Psi, McGill University.— Geo. A. Brown, Ken- 
neth Cameron, Arthur F. Edwards, Wm. R. Ferguson, 
J. Claud Hickson, Thomas F. Nivin, John Primrose. 

Nu Chapter, Case School of Applied Science.— Daniel 
R. Warmington, Patriarch; Chas. E. Curtiss, F. H. Neif, 
N. K. Putnam, Sherman W. Scofield. 



Eta Chapter y Yale University.— Thomas I. Chatfield, 
Patriarch; Henry C. Allen, Samuel F. Beardsley, Carle J. 
Blenner, Murray Boocock, G. E. Bulkley, Mortimer S. 
Comstock, Wm. Gr. Cooke, Frederick Coonley, W. T. Cow- 
drey, Ferdinand S. Crosley, Albert S. Davis, Arthur G. 
Dickson, Edward J. Garvan, Francis P. Garvan, Wm. S. 
Gaylord, C. F. Gehrmann, Robt. H. Gould, Bert Hanson, 
Wm. S. Hubbell, Edward N. Loomis, F. Sherwood Male, 
Theo. D. McDonald, Edward Norris, Louis B. Runk, F. H. 
Shall, Plarry Sillcocks, Charles A. Smith, Victor Sutro, 
Wm. S. Terriberry, Geo. B. Taylor, C. E. Thomas, James 
W. Thompson, Ealph Tousey, H. A. Truslow, E. Eeed 
Whittemore, John S. Woodruff, W. S. Woodhull, Ezra H. 
Young. 

Mu Chapter^ Leland Stanford Jr. University.— Charles 
K. Field, Samuel E. Simmons. 

The business sessions were held at the Hotel Imperial 
on the mornings and the afternoons of Friday and Sat- 
urday. 

A complimentary dinner was given by the General 
Committee at Hotel St. Denis on Friday evening, April 
23, 1897. The Semi-Centennial banquet occurred at Del- 
monico 's on Saturday evening, April 24, 1897. 



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THE DINNER 

[St. Denis Hotel, New York, Friday, April 23, 1897.] 

They sang of love and not of fame ^ 

Joy danced in every eye, 
They fond recalled each Chapter's name^ 

But all sang Zeta Psi ! 

With apologies to Bayard Taylor. 



THE DINNER 



Brother Francis Lawton, Epsilon, '69, presided. 

The blessing was asked by the Eev. Dr. William H. 
Carter, Phi, '50. 



CHAIRMAN LAWTON'S SALUTATORY 

BROTHERS: There are men here to-night whose 
membership in the Fraternity dates back to its 
earliest days. Many of the youngest of you have never 
met them, though their names are familiar to you all. The 
first thing we shall do is to introduce them to you : I have 
the pleasure of presenting Brother William H. Carter, of 
the parent Chapter, the Phi, class of '50, who was initiated 
into Zeta Psi before any other man now living; Brother 
George S. Woodhull, Phi, '48, who was graduated at the 
end of the first year of the Fraternity's existence ; Brothers 
George S. Mott and Professor John Monroe Van Vleck, 
both of Brother Carter's class; I also have the pleasure 
of introducing to you (you may think this unnecessary, 
but I am going right down the table) our Phi Alpha, 
Brother F. Le Roy Satterlee, Phi, '65. 

In addition to those mentioned, the following Brothers 
were also formally introduced: John Hess, Delta, '50; 
Ezra J. Peck, Zeta, '51; H. G. Cooke, Delta, '53; William 



4 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

W. Ricliards, Eho, '55; G. S. Van Pelt, Delta, '56; Wil- 
liam Piatt Pepper, Sigma, '57; Hermon Joseph Smith, 
Kappa, '58; P. L. Schenck, Phi, '62; F. M. Todd, Tau, 
'63; Edward H. Litchfield, Phi, '67. 

The presentation of each one of these Brothers elicited 
hearty applause. 



THE CHAIRMAN'S WELCOME 

Now, Brothers, it becomes my duty and pleasure to bid 
you welcome in the name of Zeta Psi. And I am moved 
to remark in Latin, although it is old-fashioned Latin, and 
I do not suppose you can understand it: ^^Ecce quam 
homim quamque jucundum habitare fr aires in unum/' 
(A voice : ^ ^ Say it in English. ") This may be translated : 
^^ Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren 
to dwell together in unity." This is an occasion which 
will be historic in the Fraternity. It is undoubtedly the 
largest gathering of Zeta Psis that has ever taken place. 
The oldest member of the Fraternity is here. I don't 
know about the youngest one, but I venture to say that he 
is here if he could extract the necessary car- fare out of the 
old man. (At this point a very young Brother was lifted 
on to a table, amid applause.) The Phi Chapter is repre- 
sented, the parent of us all, and the Mu Chapter, the baby 
of the family, is also here— you heard its cry only a 
moment ago. Canada is here, and North Carolina ; Maine 
is here, and California. From North, and South, and 
East, and West, the boys, young and old, have come to 
hail the fiftieth anniversary of Zeta Psi. 

At such a time as this it is natural that we should think, 
if only for a moment, of the founders of our Fraternity. 
Since those three youths, in the old New York University 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 5 

on Washington Square, not two thousand feet from where 
we sit, started their little Society fifty long years have 
gone, and they have gone with them. Their hopes and 
fears and work are ended. The University building itself, 
where they met and lived, has disappeared. But the So- 
ciety that they founded lives, and it is under the white 
flag, the simple banner of that little Society, that this great 
assemblage meets to-night. It is the hand-grasp that those 
three gave one another that will bind us into a living chain 
before we leave this hall, and it is the principles of Tau 
Kappi Phi, to which they swore allegiance, which unite 
us just as they united that little body fifty years ago. 

And why has the Society lived? It is because it was 
founded upon principles which are permanent in the hearts 
and minds of men— upon the principles of friendship and 
honor. Friendship, which in ingenuous youth leaps from 
heart to heart like fire, and when once it bums within the 
breast of the generous and the noble, expires only with 
life itself ! And Honor, which, as Cicero told us two thou- 
sand years ago, is the food and life of friendship ! There 
are Brothers with us to-night who saw the beginnings of 
this Fraternity. There is no man here who believes that 
he will see the end of it. It will live because its principles 
are eternal, and while the Society remains, the memory of 
the founders will not die. Their memory is enshrined in 
Zeta Psi. 

All present then joined in singing ^^He 's a jolly good 
fellow.' ' 

The Chairman : I hold in my hand the Zeta Psi Song- 
Book. You know to whom we are indebted for it, and the 
first song we shall sing is the song on page 11, entitled, 
^'Greeting/' by Brother Israel C. Pierson. I only regret 
that there is not a song in here by Brother Thomas I. 



6 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Chatfield, so that we could sing that after Pierson's. 
Will Brother Valentine favor us with ^^ Greeting/^ and 
will you be kind enough to allow it to be sung solo and 
join in the chorus, so that we can get the beauty of the 
words!— Brother Harold M. Valentine, Phi, '99. 

The song was sung, and received with enthusiastic 
cheers. 

GREETINa 

Air— "My Comrades, when Fm no more drinking^' 

We come, each other warmly greeting, 
In love fraternal, strong and true, 

Here at this shrine in ardor meeting. 
Our vows of friendship to renew. 

The banner, snowy white, floats o'er us, 
Dear emblem of our Zeta Psi, 

The bond more closely still unites us. 
Our talisman, Tau Kappa Phi. 

Here Zeta Psi gives consolation. 
If grief or sorrow cloud the way. 

With cheering words, high inspiration 
To joyful hope for future day. 

Be this our guide till life is ended, 

The spirit of Tau Kappa Phi : 
In brother love and honor blended 

Our loyalty shall never die. 

ISEAEL C. PlEKSOJSr, PM, '65. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 7 

The Chaikman: Brothers, I am going to have the 
pleasure of introducing to you Brother William H. Car- 
ter, Archdeacon of the Middle Diocese of Florida, our 
oldest initiate, the father of the family. (Applause and 
cheers.) You are pretty well posted about him; it is not 
necessary for me to say any more. Brother Carter will 
address you. 



SPEECH OF THE REV. 
W. H. CAETEE, D.D., PH.D., LL.D., PHI, '50 

I AM embarrassed by so many Brothers, and I propose, 
therefore, to leave speech-making to those who are more 
accustomed to public speaking, and I will rather give you 
a few reminiscences of the early days of the Zeta Psi, 
because I presume you are more interested in that. It is 
not my fault that the memory is not clearer. I have had 
the habit, good or bad, as you please, of keeping some sort 
of a diary of my life, and my college days were no excep- 
tion. And so I had on record a good many things that 
would interest you ; but unfortunately, when I went West 
in 1859, the lady who had the supervision of the culinary 
department in my house (I don't mean my wife) took what 
she considered trash, including all my college notes, most 
of my seminary notes, and my useless diary, and consumed 
them in a fire that she thought was the most suitable place 
for them. My only consolation is that among the rest 
there was a package of gunpowder, and so she received 
a good fright, besides a double blowing up. 

It was not long after I entered college— within six weeks 
—that Jack Sommers approached me upon the subject of 
becoming a Zete. Why he should have fixed upon me is 
one of those mysteries which still remain to be solved. 



8 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

But at all events I was initiated in 1847, and I have the 
honor to come next to Jack Sommers literally, because 
the two who had been initiated when I joined each be- 
came a member of some other secret society, and so I think 
they are hardly to be counted with those who were a part 
of the beginning of this organization. (Voices : * ^ Right ! ' ') 
I remember very well where the first meetings were held. 
I think the building is still standing. It is in Division 
Street, or was, and there was a bar-room below. There 
was a special flight of stairs leading up to the room. Still, 
for some strange reason, most of the members preferred 
to go up through the bar-room. We ought to have met 
every week. We failed to— not because we didn't want 
to meet, but because the Fraternity did not always have 
the fifty cents to pay for the rent, and the landlord had n't 
confidence enough in us to trust us. Immediately after 
my initiation there was put upon me the task of rewriting 
the ritual, preparing everything in a new form, including 
some songs^ which, I am very thankful to say, for my own 
credit and for the good of the Fraternity, have long ago 
passed into oblivion. There is one work of mine, however, 
that I am very glad to say remains to the present day, and 
I hope as long as the Fraternity endures (and may it last 
forever!) the Tau Kappa Phi will represent those senti- 
ments which ought to fill the breasts of every true Zete 
and be the passwords one to another. Of course, imme- 
diately after my initiation I was anxious to have one as 
a companion who had been with me as a classmate before 
we entered college, and hence I persuaded the present 
Rev. Dr. George S. Mott also to become a Zete with me. 
I think he can tell you something in connection with our 
experience on entering college. Mott persuaded Wood- 

1 The closing ode, '^ Dear Brothers, now the hour has come," ete., and other 
songs written by Brother Carter, are in general use.— Note by Ed. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 9 

hull to join, and I think it can fairly be said that the 
prosperity of the institution may be dated from that time. 
We had meetings in a small hotel in Howard Street, near 
Broadway, which has long since passed away, and only 
the memory is left. In that hotel were initiated the 
Brothers from Eutgers College, the impulsive ^^Pete" 
Rousse, the scholarly Judge Larremore, and the genial 
^ ' Jack '^ Hess. 

I couldn't help thinking this afternoon at the Grand 
Chapter how true it is that ' ' great oaks from little acorns 
grow. ' ' I think that is the motto. I remember very well 
the first Grand Chapter I attended. It was before I grad- 
uated. We met in a little town on the North Eiver 
(Newburgh), and I remember very well every incident 
that occurred. In passing the little town of Nyack, hav- 
ing some lady acquaintances there, two or three of us 
were anxious to drink to their health. All the materials 
were at hand except a stirrer, and so a small bamboo cane, 
that I was dude enough to carry (and I am thankful to 
say I have gotten all over that), was used to stir up the 
necessary ingredients. It took but a very small room to 
entertain that first Grand Chapter. I think, if my memory 
does not fail me, there were about seven members present. 
I remember also a meeting of the Grand Chapter (and 
I have good reason to remember it) which was held in 
Brooklyn, on the 17th of August, 1853; and the reason 
I remember it so well is that it met the day after I was 
married. That may be to connect one good fortune with 
another. But, at all events, it impressed itself upon me 
as being connected with that event. 

Once more it was my good fortune to attend a meeting 
of the Grand Chapter in 1876, and from that time on I 
have not been favored with an opportunity of attending. 
You know I live some ways off. I have been reminded of 



10 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

my residence by the warmth of the welcome that has been 
given to me here. It is not quite as hot down there as you 
may think. You know we are told that there are some 
places so hot that they have to feed the hens cracked ice 
to keep them from laying boiled eggs. It is not quite 
as warm as that down there. But at all events it is un- 
fortunately so far off that it is practically impossible for 
me to be present at these meetings as frequently as I would 
like; and I am thankful to say (and I think it a matter 
of high honor to me) that every winter, as it passed, I 
have been remembered, and invitations have been sent to 
me, and though I have not been able to be with you in 
person, far as it is, you may be sure that I have been 
with you in spirit, and that I have imagined myself at- 
tending some of these meetings. And yet, in the wildest 
range of my imagination, I have never fancied to myself 
such a gathering as this. Here are many representatives 
of our dear Fraternity who have conserved the prosperity 
and the usefulness of a body which is so dear to all of us. 



THE HEV. DR. DURYEE'S IMMORTAL SONO 

The Chairman: It was my pleasure, two years ago, at 
the annual dinner at Delmonico's (which, I may say in 
passing, was the most delightful dinner which, up to that 
time, I had ever attended), to sit next to Brother William 
Rankin Duryee, the author of '^Zeta Psi, ive pledge to- 
night.^' He was, as we all know, always earnest in his 
Chapter, but in the general activities of the Fraternity he 
had for many years not been very closely identified, and 
so he had not realized how thoroughly this song had be- 
come interwoven with the life of the Fraternity. We 
have heard it when we were initiated, for a generation 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 11 

past, and we do not forget it ; and when the magnificent 
chorus (and I do not know where you can find finer chor- 
uses than we have)— when the magnificent chorus rolled 
up, the old gentleman was very much affected. I could 
not help thinking of Longfellow ^s lines when I saw the 
tears of pleasure in his eyes : 

I shot an arrow into the air, 
It fell to earth, I knew not where ; 
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight 
Could not follow it in its flight. 

I breathed a song into the air, 
It fell to earth, I knew not where; 
For who has sight so keen and strong, 
That it can follow the flight of song? 

Long, long afterward, in an oak 
I found the arrow, still unbroke; 
And the song, from beginning to end, 
I found again in the heart of a friend. 

As I saw him so moved when he heard the song which 
he wrote in youth, I could not help thinking how it was 
safe in the hearts of many, many friends. He has gone 
since then from the family and the Fraternity he loved, 
but if the beautiful thought of the Spiritualists is true, 
and if the souls of our departed friends are hovering near 
us as we act in this life, and if he were indeed near us 
now, he would hear his song, as we shall sing it, without 
book or print, straight from the hearts of his friends. 
And so he would after another fifty years, when Zeta Psi 
will have its centennial. I had not been seated here a 
minute to-night before somebody came up and wanted to 
have Brother Duryee's song sung. I said, ^'No; I want 
that done in the finest style in the middle of the evening'^; 



12 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

but it was not more than five minutes before it burst out 
of itself. (A voice, ''Sing it now/') Now, Brothers, let 
us sing it in grand style, ^' Zeta Psi, we pledge to-night J' 



REUNION SONG 

Air— "Lauriger Horatius" 

Zeta Psi, we pledge to-night 

Ever more to love thee, 
As thy spotless banner white^ 

Flings its folds above thee. 

Chorus, 

As we tread the pathway high, 

Leading on to glory, 
Oft we '11 wreathe 'round Zeta Psi 

Praise in song and story. 

Binding with thy mystic chain 

Brother's heart to brother; 
Kindling with thy hidden flame 

Love that naught may smother. 

Parted far though we may stand. 

Memories none can sever 
Still shall bind us, hand in hand. 

To thy vows forever. 

Gathering clouds and angry skies. 

While thy life assailing. 
See thy vestal fires arise, 

O 'er the storm prevailing. 

William E-ankiit Dukyee, Delta, '56. 

(Written for Delta Chapter Banquet, cir. 1858.) 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 13 

The Chaikman: Brothers, I liave now the pleasure of 
presenting to you one of our most valued Brothers from 
the South, who will address you. Brother Duke, of the 
University of Virginia. (Applause.) 



SPEECH OF E. T. W. DUKE, JR., BETA, 74 

I DON^T know, boys, whether I come under the head of 
a daisy or a breeze, but I am confident that I have a little 
of both in my composition. I cannot begin to express 
to you the pleasure it gives me to face you here and call 
each one of you ^^my brother.'' There has been a time in 
the history of this country (thank God! never to occur 
again!) when brother faced brother in fratricidal strife; 
but if you are spared until next week, you will see in this 
city, marching in honor of the hero against whom my 
father fought, my father's men, to do his memory honor. 
T have been introduced to you as from the South. It is 
true I claim the Old Dominion as my birthplace, and, 
please God, in its soil I shall rest, with the ashes of my 
sires. But I am not from the South, or from Virginia, 
now. I am from America, from this glorious Union. 
And when I am with you here, boys, I don't know, in the 
language of the distinguished Georgian, exactly ^^ where 
I am at." 

I want to tell you my reminiscence of my first conven- 
tion. It was a few years after John Eyerman was bom,— 
in Easton, in 1873. I myself was just old enough to get 
into the Fraternity at that time. We went up to Easton, 
and I was the lonely and loneliest, the solitary and the 
solitariest Southerner present. I was the only unfortu- 
nate man that the boys were able to christen by the name 
of *^ rebel" at that convention. But the convention con- 



14 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

vinced me of one thing— I had never been north of the 
Potomac Eiver, nor very far south, as far as that goes; 
but I had heard a great deal about the Yankee boys, and I 
must confess I went up there with a little trepidation in 
my heart, and a large revolver in my boot. It is true the 
revolver was not loaded— though the carrier was, later on. 
I was, as I say, * ^ solitary and alone. ' ' Several balls were, 
however, set in motion, and there I met such a greeting 
from those noble boys up in the mountains, accompanied 
by the Brothers from New York and elsewhere, that when 
I went back I said, * * It is a second Appomattox, boys, and 
I surrender." 

And now I bring you from the Old Dominion our love 
and our affection. She has poured out the blood of her 
sons to make this Union. Again she poured it out, with 
the same spirit, when she thought it her duty and right 
to do so; but the same blood that flowed then will flow 
again, if necessary, as we march with you, my brethren, 
under the coat of arms that Washington gave to the Union 
in the old times as its flag. So, as a Zete, I greet you with 
love. I cannot find the heart, as I had intended when 
I rose, to deal with you, if I could, with merry quip and 
jest, for in this time the fool's bells are laid aside, and 
motley cannot be worn. God bless this old Fraternity! 
That is the earnest prayer I breathe. And may she be one, 
as I am sure she will be, of the great agencies which shall 
bind together, in links firmer than steel and brighter than 
diamonds, Maine to California, Texas to Massachusetts. 

The Chaikman : Now, Brothers, we will call on Brother 
Maurice Clemens, Tau, '88, to sing ^^The Badge of Zeta 
Psi/' (The song was sung and liberally applauded.) 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 15 

THE BADGE OF ZETA PSI 

Air— The Badge of Zeta Psi 

You ask me why upon this breast 

I wear, tho ' bent and gray, 
These ancient characters of gold, 

Gemmed with the diamond's ray. 
A band of students long ago. 

When life's bright morning shone, 
Gave me this badge, the badge they wore. 

To show their hearts were one. 

Chorus. 

And that is why upon my breast 

I wear, as years go by. 
These ancient characters of gold. 

The badge of Zeta Psi. 

On Chattanooga's bloody field, 

A pris'ner left to die, 
I saw a chief in Southern gray, 

Decked with this badge, march by. 
He nursed me, clothed me, set me free. 

And when we said good-bye. 
He, silent, pointed to the badge. 

And spoke, ^ ' Tau Kappa Phi. ' ' 

I saw it on my marriage mom, 

When sunshine filled the day; 
It glimmered in my little home. 

When sorrow dimmed the way. 



16 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

And wheresoe'er I Ve seen this badge 

I Ve always found a friend, 
That welcome sight, in grief or joy,— 

So be it to the end! 

Feai^cis Lawton, Epsilon, '69. 

(Written for Phi Chapter Banquet, 1891.) 

The Ch axeman : This is an evening, to a certain extent, 
of reminiscences. I hold in my hand a little book called 
'^ The Chapter/' which contains poetry mostly written by 
Zeta Psis. It is a book now very scarce. In it there 
is a poem read at a banquet given on the evening of 
November 5, 1864, in honor of the establishment of the 
Omega Chapter at the old University of Chicago. That 
Chapter is now inactive. (A voice: ^^ There are two 
representatives here. Brothers Henry T. Thomas and 
Heman R. Powers.") I have asked our dear Brother, 
Dr. Mott, of the Phi, to read the poem, which he will 
kindly do. 

SPEECH OF THE 
EEV. GEORGE S. MOTT, D.D., PHI, '50 

I don't know why our Brother asked me to read this. 
Certainly it isn't because I am a good reader, as you 
will find out before I get through. Nor is it because I had 
anything to do with the composition of the poem. I had 
a suspicion that possibly it might be the poetic effusion 
of our friend here, Brother Carter, who in our college 
days was quite gifted in writing poetry, especially valen- 
tines. I remember he wrote a very sweet one for me on 
one occasion. But I am not sure whether he wrote this or 
not. He is fully capable of any such impressive attempt 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 17 

as this. And, by the way, while I am using his name, 
as his old friend and classmate, permit me to thank my 
young Brothers here for the very welcome greeting which 
they gave him. That greeting was certainly worth coming 
all the way from Florida to receive, and it shows that 
there are two things that are appreciated here to-night- 
one is age, and the other is patriotism. I will now read 
the poem: 

THE GOLDEN BADGE 

From the rapids of the Mohawk, 

From Narragansett Bay, 
From the willows of the Kennebec, 

From the Lake State far away; 
From homes so distant severed. 

From hearthstones warm and bright. 
Brothers in heart, with features strange. 

We welcome you to-night. 

With feet all weary from the tread 

Of life's deceitful way. 
We meet within this wayside inn 

And here our burdens lay. 
Like mutual prodigals we come, 

Tired of the husks of swine. 
To gather round one father's board. 

With mirth and song and wine. 

In the chivalric times long past, 

In old crusading days. 
Some gallant knights by chance had met, 

While riding diverse ways ; 



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No sign of recognition passed, 
None word of greeting spoke, 

Each looked suspicious on the rest, 
No one the silence broke. 

Each sullen sat, absorbed in thought 

Of comrades seen no more— 
The happy group he left behind 

On distant Albion 's shore ; 
Then each recalled the brave who fell. 

The noblest of the line. 
Whose bones lay bleaching on the sand 

Of far-off Palestine. 

At length one drew a golden cross 

From 'neath his coat of mail, 
When quick rose up each gallant knight 

And bade the stranger hail. 
Strangers no more, but brothers now, 

For on each manly form. 
Beneath the triple-plated steel, 

That golden cross was worn. 

Like those brave knights, we need no scrip, 

Indorsed with seal and hand, 
To tell who may the worthy be 

To join our mystic band. 
'Mid northern winter's chilling snows, 

In southern sultry air, 
AVhere'er this golden badge is seen 

Go greet thy brother there! 

For our young brothers gathered here 
I 'II answer one and all: 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 19 

Good boys ! I Ve known them long and well, 
We '11 help them lest they fall! 

I pledge a god-sire's care to each, 
An elder brother's love. 

That they dishonor not our craft, 
But worthy brothers prove. 

You are our Western pioneers. 

Our outward picket line; 
Be vigilant to guard your post. 

Extend your ranks with time; 
Be ready, with your armor on. 

To fight for Zeta Psi, 
And ever let your banner be 

Inscribed, ^^Tau Kappa Phi." 

Rodney Welch, Chi, '52. 

After the line ' ^ With mirth and song and wine, ' ' Dr. Mott 
remarked: That verse seems quite in keeping with some 
things which Brother Carter related about the tavern-days 
of Zeta Psi. Well I remember those days. I think it was 
over a bar-room that I was initiated. We were wont to 
go in by a side door, but we did n't go as far as the bar; 
we generally proceeded up-stairs. I suppose you have 
heard of the sign which a wag put in front of a bar-room 
over which there was a chapel: 

A spirit above, and a spirit below, 
A spirit of joy, and a spirit of woe; 
The spirit above, a spirit divine. 
The spirit below, a spirit of wine. 

Now, the Zeta Psi was the spirit above. 



20 THE JUBILEE OF THE 



A PRESENTATION 

The Chaikman : Will Brother Bnchman please come up 
to this end of the room? 
Brother Buchman came forward. 

The Chaieman (holding in his hand a silver loving-cup) 
said : On this cup which I hold in my hand is the follow- 
ing inscription: 

'^To Albert Buchman, in Loving Remembrance, from his 

Brothers in Tau Kappa Phi. Semi-Centennial, 

April 23rd, 1897/' 

You don't know, all of you, as well as I know, what 
Brother Buchman has done for this Fraternity. The fact 
that it is spreading out, as you see before you to-night, 
into a great institution, is largely due to him. It is to 
him that the general institutions of the Fraternity— the 
later ones, like the Board of Patriarchs and the Zeta Psi 
Club— largely owe their existence. He built, you might 
almost say with his own hands, the finest Chapter house 
we have. Last, but not least, he has served in the most 
difficult, the most responsible, and the most thankless of- 
fice of treasurer of this Fraternity for a great many years. 
But it is not. Brothers, for any of these things that we 
give this memento to Brother Buchman. It is because 
we see in him a bright exponent of that generosity, 
patience and love which are expressed by our motto of 
Tau Kappa Phi. (Applause.) I have the pleasure, in 
your name, of presenting to him this loving-cup. (Cheers 
and applause from all over the hall arose as Brother 
Buchman drank from the loving-cup, and a toast was 
drunk to his health by all, standing.) 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 21 

Bkother Albert Buchman, Psi, 79: I hope you won't 
ask me to make a speech. I never could make a speech, 
and I am surely not equal to it now. I can only say 
that Brother Lawton's eulogium is not deserved. What- 
ever I have done for the Fraternity, I have done with my 
heart and soul, because I felt like doing it ; and I can only 
say to you, ^ ' God bless you all. ' ' 

At the conclusion of Brother Buchman 's remarks (which 
were applauded to the echo), the cup was passed from 
hand to hand, each Brother drinking from it. 

The Chairman : I am now going to ask Brother Fisher, 
of Washington, one of our old and valued Brothers, to 
say a few words to us. 



SPEECH OF R. S. J. FISHER, ETA (PA.), '67 

Brother Lawton, although he had seated me at the 
Patriarchs' table, did not consider that I was quite old 
enough a Patriarch to be presented formally. He has 
called upon me now to fill a gap. I was present at an 
occasion of this sort a year ago, and as I had not been at 
a meeting of the Grand Chapter for a great many years, 
I naturally fell into a reminiscent mood. I told one or 
two stories then which I ought to have saved until this 
year, as this is the great anniversary. But Brother 
Duke 's account of the first meeting of the Grand Chapter 
which he attended has made me feel that I want again to 
recall at least one of those reminiscences. He speaks 
about the period of reconstruction. I was a delegate to 
the Grand Chapter, either in 1866 or 1867, when the first 
delegation came here from the University of North Caro- 
lina that had been at a Grand Chapter since the war. One 



22 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

delegate got up and made a speech. I remember his ap- 
pearance perfectly. He was dressed in a suit of Confed- 
erate homespun, and looked exactly like some of the 
Confederate soldiers that I had seen. He told us of the 
struggles that that Chapter had had to preserve its ex- 
istence during the war, and how some of its members 
had come to the convention in the hope of meeting their 
Northern Brothers again, and having the feeling that the 
war was over and that the spirit of Zeta Psi united them 
once more. I never heard such a storm of applause as 
shook the walls of Cooper Institute (where the convention 
was held) as he concluded his remarks. From that mo- 
ment, so far as Zeta Psi was concerned, reconstruction had 
full force and etfect. 

I flatter myself that Brother Lawton called upon me, 
not because he thought I could entertain you, but because 
I am a representative, as its president, of the Washington 
Zeta Psi Club or Society. Somebody once said that the 
United States Signal Corps consisted of one brigadier- 
general and two or three second lieutenants. The Wash- 
ington Zeta Psi Society started out some few years ago— 
perhaps twelve— under very bright auspices. We formed 
a very delightful association, and had one banquet at 
which there were a number of distinguished men— con- 
gressmen, and army and navy officers, and what not. It 
happened to be just about or a little before the coming in 
of the first Cleveland administration, and in a few months 
the Society fell into, not exactly ^'innocuous desuetude,'' 
but something of that sort. Recently Brother Pierson 
tried to stir us up, and we met; there were three or four 
of us— just about enough to elect officers. But small 
though we are numerically, we are on deck. I am here 
to-night talking to you now, and to-morrow night Brother 
Dingley of Maine is to be present and respond to a toast, 
and, I believe, Brother Bennett is to, also. So you see 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 23 

that although we are not very numerous, we are bound to 
make ourselves heard. 

The Chairman : I desire to call upon a representative of 
one of the younger classes, so that all our elements may 
have a hearing to-night. I introduce Brother William 
Van Wyck, of the Alpha Chapter, president of the Long 
Island Association of Zeta Psi. 

SPEECH OF WILLIAM VAN WYCK, ALPHA 

(COL.), ^89 

I ENDORSE and reecho every word which has been spoken 
by those who have preceded me, and esteem it a privi- 
lege to add a few words of my own. One cannot hear 
too much about Tau Kappa Phi on a high festival occa- 
sion like this. I come, as some of you know, from the 
city of Brooklyn, a modest hamlet on the other side of 
the river, and Brooklyn enjoys the proud distinction of 
having Zeta Psi as the first Greek-letter fraternity for- 
mally to invade her territory. The name of this newcomer 
is the Zeta Psi Association of Long Island, and I beg 
leave to assure you that the Association does her honor. 
At the present time the magnificent scheme of *^ con- 
solidation'^ is being energetically promoted, the scheme 
which is to make New York and Brooklyn one. But no 
scheme of consolidation is needed to accomplish the union 
of Zeta Psi. Dispensing with legislative enactments, dis- 
pensing with the consolidating labors of Governors or 
Mayors, we are all firmly joined together by the silken 
chains of love. This notable occasion emphatically at- 
tests that the Chapters of the Zeta Psi Fraternity and 
the Brothers composing them, being many, are one in Tau 
Kappa Phi. The fire which burns brightly on the hearth- 
stone of the Zeta Psi Association burns brightly wherever 



24 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Zetes meet together. The municipal consolidation of 
which I have spoken will be an accomplished fact some 
of these days ; and fifty years hence, when I sit at the head 
table, the dinner will be under the auspices of the Zeta 
Psi Association of the Greater New York. 

The Chaieman: It never would do to close these exer- 
cises without hearing from the man to whom we owe them. 
We all want to greet the Brother to whom we are indebted 
for this celebration, Israel C. Pier son. (Applause.) 

SPEECH AND POEM 
OF ISEAEL C. PIERSON, PHI, '65 

This has been a most delightful and wonderful reunion, 
as to the genuine spirit of Zeta Psi prevalent and as to 
the large number present, such as not Brother J. B. Y. 
Sommers himself, nor any other the most enthusiastic 
Brother, would have dreamed of. Brother Francis Law- 
ton, who presides, and who, we all know, is one of the 
most loyal and enthusiastic of Zeta Psis, is to be con- 
gratulated on the happy arrangement of the post-prandial 
exercises and on the success which has attended his execu- 
tion of them. We owe to him a hearty vote of thanks 
for this and many other good offices for our beloved Fra- 
ternity. The hour is late; therefore, after a few more 
words, I will propose that we close A.M.A.O. 

THE SECRET OF ZETA PSI 

What potent meaning buried deep 
These letters Zeta Psi do hold. 

So well do they their secret keep 
To strangers it may ne'er be told. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 25 

And well 't is known the hidden words, 
Uttered by lip or dropped from pen, 

Have power to bind, like firm wrought cords, 
Each unto each, the hearts of men. 

They speak of mutual trust and truth, 
Of friendship formed not to decay, 

But from the sunny mom of youth 
Reaching to manhood's cloudier day. 

And far these words have whispered been. 
Far has their power been understood. 

Till many names are numbered in 
One wide extended brotherhood. 

Bound in an ever- widening chain 
That far its mystic course extends. 

Joined not from hope of sordid gain. 
Nor seeking any selfish ends ; 

But joined in hand and joined in soul. 
Loving as though of kindred blood, 

Seeking the honor of the whole 
And seeking each the other's good. 

United that each heart may feel 

The same strong heart- waves through it flow. 
One joy throb for a brother's weal, 

One sorrow for a brother's woe; 

That while the swift years thither go 

Throughout life's changes, calm and storm. 

The brother love may brighter glow 
And keep the heart forever warm. 



26 ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 

Then honor it in feast and song, 
And bid it stand as years go by, 

Full ranked, unrivalled, firm and strong. 
The brotherhood of Zeta Psi! 

(Written in 1863.) 

The festivities of the Complimentary Dinner were then 
closed after the most ancient order. 



PAETING SONG 

Air— '^ Good Bye" 

Farewell, farewell ; as our hands unclasp, 

The parting brings the sigh. 
Yet clings each heart with a closer grasp 

To the dear old Zeta Psi. 

Chorus. 

To the dear old Zeta Psi, 
To the dear old Zeta Psi, 
Yet clings each heart with a closer grasp 
To the dear old Zeta Psi. 

Farewell, farewell; but not to forget 
When sterner scenes draw nigh. 

For the eye will turn where the love is set. 
To the dear old Zeta Psi. 

Chorus. 
To the dear old Zeta Psi, etc. 

William Rankin Dueyee, Delta, '56. 



THE BANQUET 

[Delmonico's, New York, Saturday, April 24, 1897.] 

night of rare delight ! 
night of rare delight ! 

It fills our dreams 

With sunny gleams, 
That night of rare delight! 



THE BANQUET 



The blessing was asked by the Eev. Dr. George S. Wood- 
hull, Phi, '48. 

The following was the menu : 

Huitres 

POTAGES 

Consomme Hongroise 

Bisque de crabs 

HORS D'CEUVRE 
Timbales a I'Ecarlatte 

POISSON 

Truites de riviere, Marini^re 
Pommes persillade 

RELEVE 

Selle d'agneau a la Singara 
Tomates Trevise 

ENTREES 

Poularde aux marrons 
Petits pois Parisienne 



Asperges, sauce creme 



SORBET PRUNELLE 

ROTS 

Canards a tete rouge 
Salade de laitue 

ENTREMETS DE DOUCEUR 

Savarins aux ananas 

Pieces montees 

Fruits Petits fours 

Glaces moul^es 

C&U 

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30 THE JUBILEE OF THE 



THE PHI ALPHA'S SALUTATOEY 

F. Le Roy Satterlee, M.D., Phi, '65, the most worthy Phi 
Alpha of the Fraternity, presided. He delivered the fol- 
lowing address of welcome: Brothers of the Zeta Psi 
Fraternity— It is my first duty and pleasure to bid you 
^ ^ a hundred thousand welcomes ' ' as you assemble around 
this board to celebrate the fiftieth birthday of our glorious 
Fraternity. The oldest graduate here and the youngest 
are one to-night, in that charming fellowship which makes 
them all boys of equal age, a joy to each other and a terror 
to their foes— by foes I mean those of a different persua- 
sion as regards fraternities. In choosing me as your pre- 
siding officer, you have conferred upon me an honor which 
is second to none in the history of my life, and is only 
equalled by my appreciation of the distinction. If I live 
a few more weeks I will have passed my semi-centennial 
of life, and will then have been a Brother of this Fra- 
ternity for more than thirty- three years. Will this not 
entitle me to address you as one of the ^^old boys," and 
allow me, for the sake of many old boys whom I see around 
me, to turn back the hands of time ^^just for to-night," 
that we old boys may join with you all in the celebration 
of our mother's natal day? May we not adapt, for our 
use, the sweet lines of Oliver Wendell Holmes on this 
subject? 

Yes, we 're boys,— always playing with tongue or with 

pen,— 
And I sometimes have asked,— Shall we ever be men? 
Shall we always be youthful and laughing and gay. 
Till the last dear Zete brother drops smiling away? 



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Then here 's to Zete's boyhood, its gold and its gray! 
The stars of its winter, the dews of its May! 
And when we have done with our life-lasting toys. 
Dear Father, take care of thy Zeta Psi boys! 

You will have the pleasure to-night of hearing from 
many of the silver-tongued orators in whom our Fra- 
ternity is so rich. Brother Eaton will charm you with 
his eloquent words in honor of our semi-centennial an- 
niversary; and Brother McElroy, our Poet Laureate, will 
sing to you in his own inimitable way; while others will 
dwell upon the history of our work during these last fifty 
years, and hold you spell-bound with choice reminiscences 
of Chapter-work, fun, and victories of our Brothers in 
many colleges where the truths of Zeta Psi have been 
planted. It remains for me to direct your attention for 
a little to the holy attributes of Friendship, Fellowship, 
and Brotherly Love, the raison d'etre of our existence as 
a fraternity. 

Our meeting to-night is the crowning function of the 
year, and is the natural evolution of the Chapter re- 
unions which have taken place in twenty lodges during 
the past twelve months all over our broad land, from the 
Pacific to the Atlantic, from the sunny South to the snows 
of Canada. This metropolis has been called the ^^city of 
perpetual changes. ' ' We tear down to-day what was built 
yesterday, in order to rebuild to-morrow. It is but a 
phase of the restless activity of our race, constantly de- 
manding better things. But if everything partook of 
this mutability, would not our existence be more than 
tinged with sadness *? Friendship does not partake of it. 
Emerson says, ^^The laws of friendship are austere and 
eternal, of one web with the laws of nature and morals; 



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and the two great elements of friendship are truth and 
tenderness.'' ^'No word,'' says Thorean, ''is oftener on 
the lip of men than 'friendship,' and, indeed, no thought 
is more familiar to their aspiration. All men are dream- 
ing of it. . . . It is the secret of the universe." You 
know there is a peculiar religion attends friendship. There 
is, according to, the etymology of the word, a ligation, a 
solemn tie, the rescinding whereof may he truly called a 
schism. There belong to this religion of friendship cer- 
tain due rites and decent ceremonies, as visits, messages, 
and missives. It is, then, this religion of friendship, this 
mystic tie of brotherly love, which binds us as brothers 
dwelling together in unity. When a man is chosen from 
his college class by the unanimous vote of the Chapter, 
he becomes, upon initiation, a Brother in Zeta Psi for all 
time, and all the benefits and privileges of our order are 
extended to him as long as his life shall last. It is said 
to be a fact that no one person can possibly combine all 
the elements supposed to make up what is meant by 
friendship. Thus has it come about that we need com- 
binations of fellowship, especially of the sort known as 
secret fraternities. ''Glory, literature, philosophy have 
this advantage over friendship; remove one object from 
them, and others fill the void; remove one from friend- 
ship, one only, and not the earth, nor the universality 
of worlds, no, nor the intellect that soars above and com- 
prehends them, can replace it." We do not claim that 
the fellowship of our Fraternity is without imperfection, 
any more than we can point to a perfect case of perfect 
friendship. We do aver that the full measures of friend- 
ship that we give and receive have their full measures 
of worthiness. Friendship is an order of nobility ; it has 
been truly named the golden thread that ties hearts to- 
gether. 



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And now I trust that you have gone with me in my 
attempt to give full value to the cause of our existence 
as a fraternity. With such a broad and grand foundation, 
is it any wonder that the edifice which has been fifty years 
in reaching such magnificent proportions is a source of 
our profound admiration and loving regard! Brothers 
in Zeta Psi, those who are present and those who will 
come after us, must see to it that the holy lamp of 
brotherly love is well trimmed in our lodges, and is kept 
brightly burning with the unquenchable fire of fidelity. 
Though a man be ever so ^* sufficient to himself, '^ yet were 
ten men united in love, they would be capable of being 
and doing what ten thousand singly would fail in. *^ In- 
finite is the help man can yield to man. ' ' Think, then, of 
the power wielded for love and fraternity by the five 
thousand Brothers embraced by the mystic tie and the 
secret bond of Tau Kappa Phi! For I count all who 
have gone before to the high Lodge of Heaven, as well 
as those who remain with us to welcome the increasing 
number to follow. As has been well sung : 

Fast as the rolling seasons bring 

The hour of fate to those we love, 
Each pearl that leaves the broken string 

Is set in Friendship's crown above; 
As narrower grows the earthly chain, 

The circle widens in the sky; 
These are our treasures that remain. 

But those are stars that beam on high. 

And now, dear Brothers, the time has come when I must 
lay down the reins of government and resign the power 
which this high office has conferred upon me by your kind 
election. Before I step aside for the inauguration of my 
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successor, I must most heartily thank you for your earnest 
and brotherly support in all my efforts to live up to the 
high requirements of my official position. And in bidding 
you farewell and God-speed, let me offer this parting 
toast : 

Then a smile and a glass and a toast and a cheer 
For all our dear brothers from far and from near; 
Let Elders and Patriarchs join in the cry— 
' ' Long life and great honors to dear Zeta Psi ! ' ' 

The Chaikman : Brethren, I have the pleasure of present- 
ing Charles H. Eaton, Kappa, 74, who will deliver the 
Semi-Centennial Oration. 



THE NEW ARISTOCRACY 

By the Rev. C. H. Eaton, D.D., LL.D., Kappa, 74 

Let us consider first some of the marks of the old aris- 
tocracy, that I may be able to bring out with more clear- 
ness what I call the New Aristocracy, the one which our 
judgment and the age demand. 

In a strictly political sense, an aristocracy is that form 
of government in which the rights of government are 
vested in a privileged few. The aristocrats are those who 
make up this class. To be enrolled in it certain qualifica- 
tions are necessary. First, lineage. The nobility traces 
its origin back to Hebrew sources, through many ancestors 
and many countries. From an historical standpoint, an 
hereditary nobility is found in the infancy of almost every 
nation, ancient and modern. It existed before the period 
of authentic history. It tickles the pride, therefore, even 
if it does not satisfy the demands of truth, to look to these 



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prehistoric ages for the birth of a family name or history. 
Much importance is placed upon the number of years of 
continuous existence of a family in one locality. The 
Duke of Buckingham came from a family which had con- 
tinued in Leicestershire four hundred years. The Earl 
of Oxford's family has remained in one county six hun- 
dred years. The foundations of the families of the Eng- 
lish aristocracy '^lie deep in Norwegian exploits by sea 
and Saxon sturdiness on land." On the Continent one 
family traces its origin to a wolf, in imitation, perhaps, 
of Romulus and Remus ; another, to God the Creator and 
a giant. An aristocracy rests upon some original superi- 
ority of mind or body, and finds its beginning in military 
chieftains or guardians of religion. The Welsh chieftain 
declares, ^ ^ He who would be the head must be the bridge, ' ' 
and carries his followers on his back across the swollen 
stream. Arthur is king, because he alone can draw the 
sword from the enclosing rock. 

The other mark of the old aristocracy is luealth or pos- 
session. In France especially, the nobility was founded 
upon and supported by money or lands. Heraldry was 
for sale. In ancient as in modem times, money could 
command what birth denied. Either by conquest or grant 
of land, the feudal lord established and fortified his claim 
to be a leader among men. It has been estimated that the 
Hebrides Islands contained in 1786 250,000 freeholders; 
in 1822, 32,000. From that time to this throughout Great 
Britain there has been a steady aggregation of land in the 
hands of the few. It has been said, ^ ' There are two dis- 
graces in England worse than all else: disloyalty to state 
or church and the being born poor." What lineage will 
not do, money or ambition may bring about. In one way 
or another, the old aristocracy exhibits the two marks, 
lineage and wealth. 



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The results of such an aristocracy are unjust laws and 
unjust applications of laws. Discriminations are inevit- 
able between nobles and common people. The privileged 
classes are not held to an account. I need no more than 
refer to the evils which led to the signing of the Magna 
Charta, or to the relics of the old system which are still 
embedded in English jurisprudence. Mr. Wortley said in 
Parliament that '4n the higher ranks to cultivate family 
affections is a good thing. It is not so among the lower 
orders. Better take the children away from those who 
would betray them.'' Some one remarks, ^'The feudal 
system survives in the steep inequality of property and 
privilege, in the limited franchise, in social barriers which 
confine patronage and promotion to a caste, and still more 
in the submissive ideas which pervade the people. ' ' These 
words, which were written thirty years ago, remain true 
in spite of the remarkable growth of democracy in Eng- 
land. 

The American Kepublic has declared in its constitution 
that all men are ' ^ born free and equal " ; it has eliminated 
from its political scheme the idea of privileged classes, 
but the spirit of the old aristocracy obtains in our own 
country. Its form is flouted, its essence retained. This 
is because human nature is the same everywhere. We 
find it in the system of caste which is based upon wealth ; 
in the gigantic and often dishonest power of corporations, 
which, without any sense of personal responsibility, an- 
tagonize the permanent interests of society; in the job- 
bery connected with politics, in which manipulation, 
bribery, and the sacrifice of the prosperity of a city or 
the nation to the selfish ambitions of a party or party boss 
usurp the place of honor and patriotism. We may dis- 
cover the spirit of the old aristocracy in unjust laws and 
unjust applications of laws in our courts; in the passage 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 37 

of political expedients by Congress, which are confessedly 
based not upon principle but the lowest kind of party 
expediency, which seek not the comfort and happiness 
of the largest number, but the enrichment of the few at 
the expense of the many. Honest wealth honestly em- 
ployed is the basis of an advancing civilization, the hand- 
maid of religion. The more wealth we have the better, 
provided only that we, not it, are master. We have based 
our government upon the broadest declaration of free- 
dom, upon the intrinsic value of a man, and now wealth 
and desire for office and power lead to corruption which, 
always hovering like a vampire over a rapidly growing 
and successful nation, causes us to antagonize the mother 
who gave us birth. Personal habits and desires indicate 
the presence of the spirit of the old aristocracy. In one 
of the prominent club houses in this city is a book of 
heraldry. Three copies of this work have been worn out 
by those who would learn who their great-grandfathers 
were; while it seems an imperative duty to discover 
whether their family coat of arms were a lion or a donkey. 
On the principle that the ^^ unknown is magnified,'' we 
place an absurdly high estimate on what has undoubted 
advantages, and overlook in our senseless worship of rank 
the higher nobility of nature and achievement. Such is 
the character of the old aristocracy, such is its spirit as 
still exhibited among us. 

What, now, is the New Aristocracy! In a work on 
Politics, Aristotle wrote of an ideal constitution. It was 
to be an aristocracy which should be the rule of the best. 
It was opposed to an oligarchy, which was the rule of a 
few families. With some extension of the idea of Aris- 
totle, we would accept it as the description of the New 
Aristocracy. The New Aristocracy seeks the rule of the 
best in society, church, and state. It seeks to develop and 



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incorporate in the body politic man's highest qualities 
of thought and affection. It is not based on outward cir- 
cumstances, but upon inward power. It does not concern 
itself with questions of wealth and lineage, but with char- 
acter. It has two characteristics— an educated head and 
an educated heart. I use the phrase educated head as 
indicating what it necessarily involves,— humility, love 
of truth, courage. They who prepare themselves by the 
methods of education to question the universe, who by 
long effort seek to fathom the mysteries of nature, who 
untwist the rays of light, read the history of the world's 
evolution on geologic page, who consider the great ques- 
tions of God as He is related to nature and man— these 
present one element, at least, of the New Aristocracy. 
The noblemen of whom I speak appear in chemist's 
apron with acids and alkalies in hand; or with hammer 
and test-tubes they reveal the secrets of the earth. They 
wear the garb of discoverers, inventors, teachers, philos- 
ophers. Whenever and wherever man firmly faces the 
problem of his own existence and his relations to nature 
and God, there we find the representatives of the new or- 
der of nobility. The reason for this is found in the fact 
that the search for knowledge makes men humble, lovers 
of truth, courageous. We are familiar with Newton's 
expression in which he compares himself to a boy finding 
a pebble on the shore of ^Hhe great ocean of truth"; or 
the words of Kepler, ^ ^ I am reading God 's thoughts after 
Him. ' ' Professor Henry, when about to make an experi- 
ment with the electric wires, was accustomed to say to 
the students helping him, ' ^ Take off your hats, gentlemen ; 
I am about to ask God a question." The truly educated 
mind, although logical, is humble. Bruno exhibits both 
love of truth and courage when, standing before his 
judges, who were about to condemn him to exile because 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 39 

of his splendid service to astronomy, he exclaims: *'My 
country is wherever I can see the stars. You are more 
afraid to condemn than I am to receive condemnation. * ' 
When Richelieu ruled in France he drew a magic circle 
and cried, ^'Outside this circle there is no power for 
France ; within it is all the glory of my country. ' ' While 
Richelieu spoke, Solomon de Cans, who had been for 
twenty years behind prison bars because he had discovered 
the motive power of steam, held in his weak hands greater 
possibilities than the ecclesiastic ever dreamed. When the 
unknown member of the Jesuit order uncurtained the 
spots on the sun, the head of his monastery said, **Go 
back to your cell ; I have read Aristotle through from be- 
ginning to end, and he says nothing of spots on the sun. 
Be assured the spots you see are either spots on your eyes 
or on your spectacles.'' But the monk triumphed at last 
by humility and love of truth, and science honors him for 
noble service. No bigotry, no fear of innovation, no love 
of ease can stay the progress of these lovers of truth. 
Is it strange that an educated head, which is the result 
of the study of nature, man, or God, creates the elements 
of character of which I speak*? Take a single example 
from material science. ''Let man," says Pascal, ''in- 
vestigate the smallest things of all he knows ; let this dot 
of an insect, for instance, exhibit to him in its diminu- 
tive body parts incomparably more diminutive— jointed 
limbs, veins in those limbs, blood in those veins, drops 
within the blood; let him still, subdividing these finest 
points, exhaust his power of conception, and let the 
minutest object the fancy can shape be that one of which 
we are now speaking, he may perhaps suppose that to be 
the extreme of minuteness in nature. I will make him dis- 
cover a new abyss within it. I will show him not merely 
the visible universe, but all besides his imagination can 



40 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

grasp, the immensity of nature, within the confines of that 
imperceptible atom.'^ ^^ There exist in the atmosphere,'* 
writes Tyndall, ^ ' particles of matter that elude the micro- 
scope, and the scales which do not disturb its clearness 
and yet are present in it in so immense a multitude, that 
the Hebrew hyperbole of the number of the grains of sand 
on the seashore becomes comparatively meaningless. ' ' 
Are we not awed into reverent silence when even one door 
to the wonders of the universe is opened to us? And 
when we consider for a moment the infinity of space, the 
positions and relations of the planets, the ray of light 
which after a journey of millions of years has just reached 
our eye, as we pass to the higher provinces of reason and 
seek to understand something of those finer and unseen 
spiritual truths far above manufactories and laboratories, 
as we strive to answer the old questions. Whence am I? 
What am I! Whither am I going? and are absorbed in the 
mighty verities of the universe,— how petty seem all the 
considerations of sect and state! All artificial distinc- 
tions based only upon wealth or social position drop 
away. Our wings are striking the door of the Infinite— 
what care we for the dogs and the bones beneath ? 

The second characteristic of the New Aristocracy is 
an educated heart. The complete man has a twofold de- 
velopment, intellectual and emotional. The results of the 
working of one class of powers are just as substantial 
and worthy as those of the other, and just as essential. I 
have already said enough to show my conception of the 
New Aristocracy to be the largest and noblest manhood. 
There is something in life superior to logical propositions 
and chemical formulas. He lives most who loves most. 
The best is realized only when heart-power is added to 
head-power. In every department of life, from that of 
the scientific investigation of outward nature, through 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 41 

the fields of literature and art, until we arrive at philos- 
ophy and religion, the best and finished products are to 
come from an harmonious union of the intellectual and 
emotional powers. Let us hear what Huxley says on this 
point: *^The moral glow of Socrates, which we all feel 
by ignition, has in it nothing incompatible with the physics 
of Anaxagoras, which he so much scorned.'' *^In true 
science,'' he continues, ^^no exclusive claim is made— 
the inexorable advance of man's understanding in the 
path of knowledge, and those unquenchable claims of 
the moral nature which the understanding can never 
satisfy, are here equally set forth. The world embraces 
not only a Newton but a Shakspere, not only a Boyle 
but a Kaphael, not only a Kant but a Beethoven, not only 
a Darwin but a Carlyle. Not in each of these, but in all, 
is human nature whole. They are not opposed but sup- 
plementary, not mutually exclusive but reconcilable." 
To realize this harmonious development should be the 
highest aim of man. The rule of the best includes, then, 
not only keenness of intellectual power, but depth of 
affection, force of enthusiasm. Humanity is not com- 
plete with high thinking. There must also be profound 
loving. None know so well the meaning of life, none 
reach so high or grow so large, as those who approach 
the world in sympathy. The New Aristocracy finds its 
chief support in the emotional nature. All may not 
have the passport of learning to the new order, but if one 
have a warm heart and earnest mind he may approach 
with confidence. The Malthusian philosopher was rightly 
answered by the ignorant stone-mason: *^ Among us, I 
tell you, sir, three-fourths of our eddication is eddication 
of the heart ; we have to learn to be human. I think this 
makes better men, as a rule, than head-1'arnin', though I 
don't despise that nuther." 



42 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

There are now, as there have always been, many mem- 
bers of this new order of nobility. They are found in 
Indian jungles, in African forests, on the summits of 
mountains, in the bowels of the earth, in the stone cell 
of a Michael Angelo, in the cot of the peasant Hugh 
Miller, in the laboratory of a Morse as in the theatre 
of Shakspere, in the editorial rooms of a Eaymond and 
a Greeley, the country homes of Darwin and Emerson, and 
the studies of an Edwards and a Channing. These noble- 
men are habitues of market and factory as well as palace 
and throne-room. They are to be found in tenement- 
house and mine as well as in mansion and legislative 
hall. There is a point where Shaftesbury and Father 
Damien meet on equal terms. It is found in their intense 
humanity. The titles to nobility in the New Aristocracy 
are secrets of nature disclosed, laws of life formulated, 
naked bodies clothed, hands taught skill, minds awakened 
and filled with great impulses, social evils modified or 
eradicated, the enslaved set free, the mourning made to 
rejoice. 

These thoughts, my Brothers, may not be inappropriate 
on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the found- 
ing of the Zeta Psi Fraternity. Its ideal and its accom- 
plishment during half a century have been along the lines 
of the New Aristocracy. It is an academic society. It 
seeks acute, well-trained minds. It arouses and makes 
active the moral and emotional nature. It applauds sym- 
metrical men, men who touch life at many points. It 
emphasizes honor, purity, brotherly love. It has achieved 
a noble place among the active forces for good in the 
community. It has representatives in all important walks 
of life. We come here to-night for holy remembrance, 
for jovial comradeship and fraternal association. We 
seek for an inspiration in high thinking and unselfish ac- 



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tion which shall constantly carry ns forward toward the 
ideal of perfected manhood. Democracy is the spirit of 
the age. But we would not have it a ^ ^ riot of mediocrities, 
dishonesty, and fudges," but the rule of the best. We 
would baptize it in the fountain of clear and self-con- 
trolled thinking, and confirm it in generous self-sacrifice. 
We would warm it at the altar-fires of fraternity. We 
would cause it to register its vows in the enriched char- 
acter of men and institutions. We would make it a hand- 
maid of genuine progress. 

Some of the founders of this Fraternity are with us 
to-night, men of great affairs, high in the world of com- 
merce, state, judicial circles, and church. But we are all 
boys again and will be to the end. We sing the old songs. 
We renew the old vows. We work together for the crea- 
tion of the New Aristocracy, the rule of the best in our- 
selves and other men, an aristocracy of educated brains 
and warm hearts. We seek to buttress with our manhood 
a ' ^ government of the people, by the people, for the peo- 
ple.'^ We would accumulate wealth without degrading 
ourselves or slaughtering our fellows. We would keep 
without stain of personal self-seeking the ermine of 
justice. We would make religion the sanctuary of all the 
oppressed and the gate of Heaven. We would bind to- 
gether in one confederation all nations of the earth and 
establish at last a universal brotherhood. When this New 
Aristocracy shall be established, when, awakened in mind, 
heart, and will, our Fraternity and other fraternities lift 
themselves to the level of their opportunity, ** trade and 
government will not alone be the favorite aims of men; 
but every useful and every elegant art, the height of 
reason, the purity of love, the force of true religion, will 
all find their home in our institutions and write laws for 
men. ' ^ 



44 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

The Chairman : Brothers, I have the pleasure of intro- 
ducing to you Brother Marshall S. Brown, Epsilon, '92, 
who will give you a sketch of the founding of the Fra- 
ternity. 



THE DATE OF THE FOUNDING OF ZETA PSI 

By Marshall S. Brown, Epsilon, '92 

In the fall of 1845, when John Bradt Yates Sommers en- 
tered the University of the City of New York as a fresh- 
man, the fraternity system had become well established 
in American college life. Three fraternities, Sigma Phi, 
Psi Upsilon, and Delta Phi, each had Chapters at New 
York, and each extended an invitation to Sommers to 
unite with them. But he, then barely sixteen years old, 
declined to throw in his lot with any one of them, although 
it is said that he looked with favor upon Psi Upsilon, 
then the strongest fraternity at the college, but was 
alienated from it by what he considered the unjust expul- 
sion from its ranks of an intimate friend of his. Som- 
mers was of a quiet, refined nature, and naturally drew 
men to him. Brother Woodhull, for many years his in- 
timate friend, writes that ' ' Sommers had a very pleasant 
address and attractive manners, and the art of attaching 
to himself his acquaintances till they became his strong 
personal friends." His cultured, gentlemanly bearing, 
his energy and force of character, and his personal mag- 
netism fitted him preeminently for the work which, al- 
though yet a boy not quite eighteen, he was able to ac- 
complish, and which we to-night, separated from that time 
by the space of half a century, have gathered here to 
celebrate. 



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The Zeta Psi Fraternity of North America was founded 
on the first day of Jnne, 1847, by John B. Yates Sonnners 
and two friends, William Henry Dayton and John M. 
Skillman. There has been considerable controversy over 
the true date of the founding of our Fraternity. As 
the result of a somewhat exhaustive research among 
old letters, reports, and catalogues, I believe I am 
able to set this matter finally at rest and to assure the 
Brothers assembled to celebrate the semi-centennial 
of our loved Fraternity, that the year 189i7 is with- 
out question the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of 
Zeta Psi. 

Brother Aubery, the Delta Alpha of the Fraternity for 
the year 1883, in his valuable history, ^^Our Fraternity: 
Its Origin and Founder," and Brother Bowen, in his 
Delta Alpha report of January, 1886, both claim that 
Zeta Psi was founded in the year 1846. The ground for 
their belief was as follows : In the archives of the Delta 
Chapter are three separate lists of the initiates of the 
Phi Chapter, which had been sent to the Delta and have 
been by them preserved, while the early records of the 
Phi have unfortunately been lost. One of these lists gives 
the date of the admission of the three charter members, 
that is, the date of the founding of the Fraternity, as 
June 1, 1846. This entry, it will be seen, if true, would 
place the origin of Zeta Psi in the college year 1845-46. 
Several of the survivors of the Phi Chapter, who were 
contemporaries of the founders in college, say that, ac- 
cording to their recollections, the Fraternity was founded 
in the college year 1846-47. That the recollections of 
our venerable and venerated members. Brother Carter, 
Brother Woodhull, and Brother Mott are not at fault, is 
established by the following letter from the secretary of 
the Phi Chapter to the Chapter at Butgers College : 



46 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Zeta Psi Fraternity, March 24th, 1849. 

The Alpha of New York to the Alpha op New Jersey : 

Greeting: 

In accordance with Article 19th of Bye-laws I forward the 
following list of all persons admitted to the fellowship of our 
Fraternity in the Alpha Chapter of New York from June 1st, 
1847, until March 24th, 1849 

Then follow, in a tabulated list, the names of those^ 
admitted, with June 1, 1847, as the date given for the 
admission of the founders. The writer of this letter was 
himself initiated October 13, 1847, five months after his 
letter shows the Chapter to have been formed. He cer- 
tainly knew the exact date of the formation of the new 
Fraternity, and it is highly improbable that in two differ- 
ent places he would have made the mistake of writing 
1847 rather than 1846. The Delta Chaj)ter has in its 
archives a third list of the early members of the Phi, 
in cipher, which, translated, again places June 1, 1847, as 
the date of the admission of the three original members. 
Again, internal evidence, so conclusive to the historian, 
proves the date 1846 to be impossible. The record in dis- 
pute has next to the date June 1, 1846, the age of Brother 
Sommers entered as eighteen. Now on June 1, 1846, 
Brother Sommers was not yet seventeen years old. The 
reason for eighteen being given rather than his real age, 
seventeen, on June 1, 1847, can be easily explained by 
this hypothesis, which conversation with Brother Wood- 
hull and Brother Carter convinces me is the correct one. 
The three friends banded themselves together in the last 
month of the college year ; a few weeks later, on August 
15, 1847, Brother Sommers became eighteen; the regular 



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entries of the dates of admission were not made until 
the fall, when, upon the opening of college, several more 
men were initiated, and regular bookkeeping was prob- 
ably for the first time begun. On signing his name to 
the Chapter roll, Brother Sommers entered his age as it 
was then, rather than as it was June 1st. The earliest 
catalogue of the Fraternity, published in 1859, gives the 
date of the founding of the Phi Chapter as 1847. I have 
in my possession a letter dated August 5, 1859, from 
Brother J. B. Y. Sommers to Brother J. H. Hopkins, of 
the Delta Chapter, acknowledging the receipt of the cata- 
logue and testifying to the correctness of the part relating 
to the Phi Chapter. Such a glaring error as the substitu- 
tion of 1847 for 1846 as the year of the founding of Zeta 
Psi could not possibly have escaped the attention of the 
founder himself, whose testimony thus makes assurance 
doubly sure. Letters from Brother Carter, Brother Wood- 
hull, and Brother Mott, all now living, and all of whom 
joined the Fraternity during the first year of its existence, 
give as their recollection that the Fraternity was started 
in the college year 1846-47, and Brother Mott is quite 
positive that it was in the spring of 1847. 

The facts and arguments thus stated establish beyond 
a doubt that the Zeta Psi Fraternity of North America 
was founded by John B. Yates Sommers, of the class of 
1849, of the University of the City of New York, and two 
friends (at the home of the Rev. Chas. G. Sommers, D.D., 
82 Madison Street, New York City), on the first day of 
June in the year of our Lord 1847. (Applause.) 

Authoe's Note 

Since writing the above in the spring of 1897, two very 
valuable contributions to the early history of the Fra- 



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ternity have been found, although they had been missing 
for over a generation. These are the original pledge- 
book and the original record of initiates of the Phi Chap- 
ter at New York University. In addition to these invalu- 
able documents, many others, including early minutes of 
other Chapters, and private and Chapter correspondence, 
have been brought to light by the indefatigable labors of 
the Fraternity archivist, the Delta Alpha. In the original 
Phi Chapter pledge-book, both June 1, 1846, and June 1, 
1847, are given in the handwriting of Brother Sommers 
as the date of initiation of the charter members. In this 
discrepancy is found the cause of the long controversy 
which has taken place over the exact date of the founding 
of the parent Chapter. The explanation of the conflicting 
entries by the founder himself I do not pretend to make, 
but the facts given in the above paper and others that 
have more recently been discovered— two of the more 
important of which I add in this note — do not seem to 
justify any change in the conclusion reached, but rather 
confirm it. 

On February 22, 1849, Brother Sommers sent a list of 
all members of the Phi Chapter to the Alpha Chapter of 
Massachusetts in his own handwriting, and signed by 
himself, giving June 1, 1847, as the date of his initiation, 
and in the back of the original Phi minute-book there is 
a list of the Chapters of the Fraternity, written in 1850, 
which gives 1847 as the date of the founding of the Phi 
Chapter. 

Whatever motives Brother Sommers may have had 
for entering the date of founding the Chapter as both 
1847 and 1846 (a slip of the pen may account for the 
conflicting figures), the evidence submitted in the paper 
and in this note, with much more of a like tenor which 
might have been added, is sufficiently conclusive to prove 



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that of the two contradictory dates, the entry of 1846 
must have been the erroneous one. 

Marshall Stewart Brown, Epsilon, '92. 

The Chairman : Brothers, I have the pleasure of intro- 
ducing William H. McElroy, Theta, '60, who will read 
the Semi-Centennial poem. 

SPEECH AND POEM OF W. H. McELROY, 

THETA, '60 

My brethren of the Zeta Psi Fraternity— There used to 
be told here in New York a story about a rising young 
poet (he thought he was '^rising") who sent to one of 
the magazines a sonnet in which be balanced, pro and con, 
the reasons why a man should want to live and why he 
should not want to live. He called his sonnet ' ' Why do I 
Live 1 ' ' and he signed it ^ ^ Augustus. ' ' The magazine did 
not publish this effusion— owing to the pressure on its 
columns. Its editor sent it back to the author with this ex- 
planation : ^ ^ To Augustus— We received from you a little 
sonnet entitled, ^Why do I Live!' We got it by mail, 
Augustus, and you live because you did n 't bring it around 
to the office in person. ' ' Warned by the fate of Augustus, 
what I am to read to-night is simply for this sympathetic 
family reunion, and not for any magazine. 

WHEN THIS OLD PIN WAS NEW 



I picked it up the other day. 
The gold was worn and thin, 

I picked it up and put it on— 
My old Greek-letter pin; 



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Oh, Zeta Psi, with glist'ning eye 

I pay my vows to you, 
Ring memory's chimes of high old times 

When this old pin was new! 



II 

I wore it first one autumn night, 

The night I got the grip, 
They took me in, I took the oath. 

With pleased but trembling lip; 
That awful oath, I 'm frank to say. 

It scared me through and through— 
And, oh, the head I had next day— 

When this old pin was new! 



in 

I wore it on a showy vest. 

With head held high in air, 
I swaggered, throwing out my chest. 

And all the world looked fair; 
How well I felt, how sweet was life. 

The sky a sapphire blue— 
The age of gold it blossomed then, 

When this old pin was new! 



IV 

To me it seemed the rarest thing 

That ever graced the light. 
Which 'kings and prophets waited for. 

But died without the sight; 



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I sneered at every rival badge, 

And bade them all *'go to/'— 
And still I feel as then I felt, 

^Vhen this old pin was new! 



I took it home vacation time, 

As 't were a priceless pearl, 
I showed it to the folks at home, 

And one extraneous girl ; 
They viewed it through my partial eyes, 

And bade me to be true 
To all the good it symbolized, 

When this old pin was new! 



VI 

Those were the real red-letter days: 

Hope beckoned in the van, 
I walked by Faith's transcendent sight, 

I trusted God and man ; 
The demon Doubt ne'er came to call. 

All things I dared to do, 
And felt quite equal to them all 

When this old pin was new! 



VII 

I swore I 'd learn why evil was, 
I 'd probe the human soul, 

I 'd find the circle's shrinking square, 
I 'd pierce to either pole ; 



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I 'd set the fractured joint of time, 

I 'd read each puzzling clue- 
Yes, those were fine, head-swelling days— 
When this old pin was new! 

vni 

They tell us of a Better World, 

Of bliss without alloy, 
There peace doth like a river flow. 

And endless is the joy; 
Toward it I humbly bend my steps, 

And yet, 'twixt me and you, 
The present world seemed good enough 

^Hien this old pin was new! 

IX 

The years have come, the years have gone, 

With gray days and with bright, 
But still, thank God, my heart is young 

As on that vanished night 
When Zeta Psi to me drew nigh 

And whispered fond and true, 
**Boy, thou art mine and I am thine''— 

When this old pin was new! 

William H. McElkoy, Theta, '60. 



TELEGRAMS FROM ABSENTEES 

The Chaieman : Brothers, I have two telegrams, out of 
a number, to read to you to-night. One is from Professor 
Truman Henry S afford, Rho, '54, and five members of 
Zeta, from Williamstown, Mass., in which he says : 



ZETA PSI FEATERNITY 53 

Congratulations to the beloved Fraternity from brethren 
present at Williamstown, Mass. 

Another is from Brother William Pepper, M.D., Sigma, 
'62, of Philadelphia, Pa., who was to have been with us 
to-night : 

Imperatively called for consultation. Regret extremely. 
May peace, prosperity, and strength attend our Fraternity, and 
her centennial find our children and grandchildren in even closer 
relations. I have watched her influence for almost forty years. 
It is good and wholesome. — William Pepper. 

Letters of regret have been received from General 
Frank Eeeder, Tau, '63, secretary of the Commonwealth 
of Pennsylvania; Francis Eawle, Rho, '69, treasurer of 
the American Bar Association; Charles Custis Harrison, 
LL.D., Sigma, '62, provost of the University of Pennsyl- 
vania; Alexander T. McGill, LL.D., Omicron, '64, Chan- 
cellor of the State of New Jersey; and General Elisha 
Dyer, Epsilon, '59, Governor-elect of Rhode Island. 

I now have the pleasure of reintroducing Brother 
William H. McElroy, Theta, '60, who will conduct the 
rest of the exercises as our toastmaster. 



SPEECH OF THE MAGISTER BIBENDI 

A WISE and witty man, who lives up in the Mohawk Valley, 
wrote a letter to a friend the other day, in which he said, 
^^We are all growing old every day, and some nights." 
It occurred to me there was considerable wisdom in that 
reservation, for there are some nights when we do not 
grow old. There are nights which so refresh our friend- 
ships, which so enrich our sympathies, that, when they 



54 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

are spent, we j&nd ourselves younger than when they 
began. And this is one of those halcyon nights. You all 
remember the song of Bayard Taylor relating an affect- 
ing incident of the Crimean War. There came a time 
when, between battles, the English soldiers forgot all 
about blood and carnage, and then 

They sang of love, and not of fame; 

Forgot was Britain's glory; 
Each heart recalled a different name, 

But all sang Annie Laurie. 

So here to-night each heart recalls its own Fraternity 
memories, but all sing Zeta Psi. I came down-town this 
morning to see Brother Israel Pierson (cheers for Pier- 
son), and, as I walked along, I noticed over a bootblack's 
chair this sign, ^^All kinds of shine here''; then I said 
to myself, ^^Just so at the banquet to-night, there will be 
all kinds of shine— the shine of the past, the shine of the 
present, and the shine of the future; these three, but the 
best is the shine of reminiscence as we recall the days 
when, as sub-gTaduates, we plucked the four-leaved clover 
of life." 

Brothers, my friend on the right, the Phi Alpha, 
Brother Le Eoy Satterlee, in one of the interludes, said 
to me, ^* Fifteen days after this Society came into being, 
I came into being" ; and I said to myself, ^' What presence 
of mind it was of Satterlee to be born the same year as 
Zeta Psi." And we here, remembering this fact, have 
thought it not unfitting, while we ourselves simply display 
the badge which is silver, to present him with a badge 
which is golden. I have been instructed to-night, in the 
midst of my weak and feeble remarks, to turn to him and 
say, *^Here is a little pledge of our affection. Take it 



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[presenting to Brother Satterlee a golden Semi-Centen- 
nial medallion], and take with it the assurances of our 
distinguished consideration, of our regard and affection. ' ^ 

Dr. Satterlee: Dear Brothers, you certainly prepared 
a complete surprise for me, and it simply takes away 
words. I thank you most heartily, not only for the beau- 
tiful gift, but for the loving feeling which goes with it. 
You will, I have no doubt, excuse me from saying any- 
thing more, because my heart is too full to say anything. 
I simply thank you. 

The Toastmaster: The first speaker whom I have the 
pleasure of introducing to you has the proud distinction 
of being able to say to us, '^All others came later.'' He 
is the oldest member of our Fraternity. I say to him, 
as Daniel Webster once said to the Revolutionary sur- 
vivors, ^ ' Venerable man, you have come down to us from 
a former generation"; and I may add that— such is the 
vigor-renewing influence of Zeta Psi— to-night Brother 
Carter is the youngest man among us. He has worthily 
borne the name of Zeta Psi. '^Whatever record leap to 
light, he never shall be shamed." With great pleasure 
and with all affection I present him to you. 



SPEECH OF THE REV. 
W. H. CAETER, D.D., PH.D., LL.D., PHI, '50 

Brothers : There is an old proverb floating around some- 
where that when a pitcher goes often to the well, it is 
sure to be broken at last. I do not know whether to won- 
der more at your patience, which is willing to listen to 



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me a second time, or at my assurance that permits me to 
speak to you again. But this afternoon Dr. Mott and I 
went down to see the old premises, of which I spoke last 
night, and we found them, at the comer of Division and 
Chrystie streets, just as they were fifty years ago— bar- 
room included. There was the old back entrance, and, 
I am sorry to say, we did not use it. I hope you will not 
misunderstand our motive when I tell you that the Doctor 
and I spent a long time in that bar-room. I suppose it 
was safer, from the fact that neither of us was quite 
willing to lose sight of the other. And this morning, when 
I was present at the Grand Chapter, and the committee 
brought in the nominations for officers, my mind went 
back to the old days, when there was no necessity for a 
nominating committee, because there were not members 
enough to fill all the offices. In those days the office sought 
the man. 

I am very thankful, and I feel the honor that the Fra- 
ternity has still retained the motto that I had the pleasure 
of selecting, and I hope it will never be changed through 
any of the succeeding centennials. (Cries of ^' Never! 
Never!'') I am sure that that motto means everything 
that is true and just. It implies manhood and truth; it 
implies that self-respect which will not permit a man to do 
an unworthy deed ; and, lest we should become too selfish, 
there is brotherly love, most comprehensive in its char- 
acter, and which welcomes, as into a common house, every 
one initiated into the Fraternity. To-night I am reminded 
of another dinner at Delmonico 's, a little over forty-seven 
years ago. It was not in a hall so well appointed as 
this ; but it was at the old Delmonico 's, below Wall Street, 
where the class of 1850 held its class dinner. We were, 
of course, very few in numbers; but what we lacked in 
numbers we tried to make up in lateness of hours. I am 



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almost ashamed to say that not a few of us found it 
convenient to sleep in the college chapel. Mott says that 
the reason we selected that as a place of slumber was that 
we might be on hand to see the sunrise from the top of 
the University tower. Perhaps he is right, but I don't 
remember anything about that. 

It may be of interest, to the Phi Chapter especially, 
to know that it was the class of '50 that broke away from 
the old custom of holding Commencement exercises in a 
church. Our exercises were accompanied by a style of 
music which is not appropriate in a chapel. I had the 
honor of being the Chairman of the Eoom Committee, and 
when I had the hardihood to select the Astor Place Opera 
House my decision excited a tumult of opposition. Dear 
old Chancellor Frelinghuysen declared that he would not 
go and offer prayer in a play-house. So the class passed 
a resolution that we would take our diplomas in the col- 
lege chapel, and then, under the auspices of the Mayor, 
who was ex-officio Chairman of the Council, we would 
hold the exercises in the opera house. I need hardly say 
that the class gained its day, and the Commencement was 
held in the opera house, to the joyous accompaniment of 
Dodworth's band. 

I feel that the trip of two thousand miles has not been 
taken in vain. I am sure that I will go back feeling that 
the shadow upon the dial of time has been moved back- 
ward, feeling that I have renewed my youth ; indeed, there 
is no distinction of age in the perpetual manhood of Zeta 
Psi. Brothers, I have been for over seventeen years chap- 
lain of the State Lunatic Asylum, but I am not yet crazy 
enough to be willing to inflict you with a longer speech, 
and so I wish you all, individually, large prosperity and 
peace, and for the Fraternity an ever-increasing portion 
of power and influence. 



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The Toastmaster: Lowell once said of Emerson that, 
down to the time of his death, he remained ^ ^ the unwasted 
contemporary of his own prime"; I am sure we all feel 
that the years are going to be so good to Brother Carter 
that it will be always so with him. And now with very 
great pleasure I present to you one of the most distin- 
guished of American statesmen— a man whom the Ameri^ 
can people, on a candid survey of his record, State and 
national, greet with the plaudit, ^^Well done, good and 
faithful servant. ' ^ (Cheers.) We may not all agree with 
him when it comes to politics, but we are at one in regard- 
ing him as loyal to his convictions and as an ardent lover 
of his country, a typical American, a noble product of gov- 
ernment of the people, by the people, and for the people. 
I present Nelson Dingley, Jr., of Maine and the United 
States. (Great applause.) 



SPEECH OF 
NELSON DINGLEY, JR., LL.D., CHI, '55 

Brothers : I wish to thank you, first of all, for this fra- 
ternal welcome. It carries me back in mind forty-five 
years ago, almost this very month, when I became a mem- 
ber of the Zeta Psi Fraternity. I was a young man of 
nineteen, and to me that night and the days which fol- 
lowed were indeed redolent with all that you have ex- 
pressed, Brother Toastmaster, in the poem which you 
have read to us to-night ; and with the lapse of these many 
years I have not gotten over that feeling. 

Forty-five years is a long period in a single life. It is 
a long period in the history of the Fraternity whose half- 
century we celebrate here to-night; and, by the way, in 
corroboration of our historian, I desire to say that when 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 59 

I joined the Fraternity forty-five years ago, I was in- 
formed that it was five years of age. And I want to re- 
mind you, Brethren, that the fifty years which cover the 
history of the Zeta Psi Fraternity have been years filled 
with greater things than were ever known in any previous 
cycles of the world's history. In deeds, then, our Fra- 
ternity has lived long ; and it has a history, too, of which 
we may well feel proud. If there were time— and there 
is not— I would like to let memory run loose to-night 
(cries of ^^Go on!'' ^^Let her run!"), recalling the 
Brothers who have gone before and the Brothers who 
still live, whom I knew in the earlier days of this Fra- 
ternity, which we all love so ardently. I would like to 
speak of brethren whom I knew in those days, forty-five 
years ago; of Kalloch, that peerless pulpit orator, who 
died on the far-off Pacific coast; I would like to speak 
of Bradley, who in the Northwest won so great a reputa- 
tion on the bench; I would like to speak of the Baldwins 
of Cincinnati, and of others who were with me who have 
left a deep impress in the walks of life in which they 
moved. But I will not detain you, tempted as I might be, 
to enter upon these interesting reminiscences. I tried my 
best to be with you yesterday, but having on my hands 
some rather complicated matters in the House of Repre- 
sentatives, I could not do so. But I was with you in 
spirit, although I was not here in person. 

I have watched and have loved this Fraternity these 
forty-five years during which I have been connected with 
it. I have met in the halls of. Congress, from time to 
time, Brothers, members of Zeta Psi from Maine, from 
Massachusetts, from North Carolina, from California, and 
from other parts of the country, who have attested the 
impress which this organization has made upon the coun- 
try. I reiterate, Brothers, that we may indeed feel proud 



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of the record which Zeta Psi has made during the half 
century it has lived. But I desire to add another consid- 
eration, Brothers: no fraternity, no organization of the 
sort, has a right to live in this busy world, with all the 
opportunities that are before earnest men, unless it has 
an object, unless it resolutely aims to accomplish some- 
thing for the good of the country, of our people, and of 
mankind. Now, has Zeta Psi, tried by this supreme test, 
shown itself worthy of living! Well, I think it has, and 
I want to point out to you a few reasons why I think so. 
I suppose we all agree that there is no influence that 
tends so strongly to elevate the race, to accomplish the 
objects for which our government was established, as the 
influence that comes from the efforts of educated men and 
women. I suppose we all agree that the graduates who go 
out yearly from our universities and colleges, equipped 
specially for leadership in all the activities of life, are 
most useful in holding high the standard of living, and 
in strengthening the ties which bind men together. All 
this is axiomatic; and it necessarily follows that the col- 
lege fraternities (which, like our own, are composed of 
men united by common tastes and aspirations, men who 
have enjoyed not only the discipline which an institution 
of the higher education affords, but the scarcely less val- 
uable discipline of a fraternity ^'chapter'') send their 
sons out into the world well equipped to render the world 
good and faithful service. Our dearly loved Zeta Psi is 
not confined in its scope and influence to the United States. 
We have strong, progressive, thoroughly loyal Chapters 
across the line in Canada. So we may well boast that 
*^the whole boundless continent is ours,''— ours to labor 
for, ours to infuse with the spirit of Zeta Psi, which is 
the spirit of true brotherhood. The time has gone by for 
college officials to antagonize college fraternities. These 



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officials have come to realize that, however it niay have 
been once, the college fraternities of to-day— possibly not 
all of them, but certainly the best of them, like Zeta Psi— 
are a positive influence for good, and as such are deserv- 
ing of cordial encouragement. 

I do not desire, Brothers, at this late hour, to detain 
you more than a moment longer. I wish simply to say, 
in closing, that I congratulate you on this auspicious 
occasion. I congratulate you that these fifty years of 
the life of the Zeta Psi Fraternity have been productive 
of such beneficent influences, and that we are permitted 
to gather here to-night, representatives of the four or 
five thousand members of our Fraternity, to bind closer 
the ties which have held us in fraternal relations during 
these years, and to extend to one another the congratu- 
lations and the helpful aid coming from the contact of 
man with man. I thank you especially, personally, for 
the opportunity to be present here to-night. This occa- 
sion is to me an exceedingly agreeable one— the oppor- 
tunity which I have had to take so many of the Brothers 
by the hand to-night, so many whom I have heard of in 
years which are past, so many whom I have met on differ- 
ent occasions, and to extend to you the deep fraternal feel- 
ings which I cherish toward each and all. And I trust 
that this semi-centennial occasion, marking fifty years 
of the history of the Zeta Psi Fraternity, is only an in- 
dication—and a faint indication— of the grand triumphs 
which await it in the next fifty years of its sure and 
steady progress. 

The Toastmaster: Brethren, the distinguished novelist 
Howells once remarked at a great dinner in Boston, that, 
knowing that he would not be called upon to speak, he 
had not prepared himself; ^^but," he added, *^ knowing 



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that the unexpected always happens, I did prepare my- 
self. ' ' At the risk of severing a personal friendship which 
has been one of the chief delights of my life, I have deter- 
mined to summon as the next speaker a man who told 
me that under no circumstances would he get up here to- 
night. Gentlemen, I know you all want to hear from our 
well-beloved and honored Brother, the Eev. Dr. Charles 
De W. Bridgman. 



SPEECH OF THE 
EEV. CHAELES DE W. BEIDGMAN, D.D., PHI, '55 

I HAVE been told that certain speakers at banquets dis- 
arrange the whole system of the hotel or restaurant at 
which the festivities are held, and that when McElroy 
speaks waiters crowd to the door, and that the old fable 
is repeated, that Orpheus sings so sweetly that Eurydice 
from the kitchen comes up. It was to hear him, with 
some of the speakers that had been announced, that I 
broke away from an engagement to be here for a little 
while to-night. 

I reach back of Mr. Dingley to forty-seven years ago. 
The enthusiasms of those old days have been rekindled, 
and I rejoice to realize that, out of the small size of the 
Fraternity of those days, it has come to be one of the 
great Greek-letter societies of the country. And I recog- 
nize here to-night those who are the representatives of the 
land across the border, and as I have seen the expressions 
of unity, the denotements of brotherhood, I thought of 
a voyage I made a little while ago. One Sunday after- 
noon we heard singing from the steerage passengers, 
gathered midway between the section assigned to the first- 



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class passengers and the section assigned to the second- 
class; and finally, as they began one old familiar hymn, 
the second-class passengers joined in; slowly at first, and 
finally with enthusiasm, the first-class joined in, and from 
that assembly, first-, second-, and third-class, rose one vol- 
ume of praise, expressive of the one love and the one 
faith. So to-night, looking over this large company, and 
knowing that in it were representatives not only of our 
own land but of the land we love across the border which 
seems to belong to us, there came back the impression of 
the old hymn ; and in these signs and these expressions of 
hearty good will I see what Zeta Psi is accomplishing, 
binding classes together and different nationalities to- 
gether in their common love for the great Fraternity 
that is impressing itself more and more upon the life 
of the Union. And these gatherings will not only increase 
your own love for the Fraternity, but they will give an 
impulse that through coming years will serve for its en- 
largement and the deepening of its influence upon the life, 
not simply of classes, but of the people at large. 

So, because of the established relations of almost fifty 
years, I want to be identified with that Fraternity, and 
I hail it with joy and gladness and with thanksgiving. 
God bless you in your individual relations, and the Fra- 
ternity to which we all have pledged our loyalty and 
patriotism. 

The Toastmastek : Brother Dingley, in his remarks, said 
that this was the greatest century in the history of the 
world. I knew he was not referring to TJie Century Maga- 
zine, although we have a distinguished member of the 
staff of that magazine here with us this evening. It has 
occurred to me, though, as I stand here, that although 
speech is silver and silence is golden, we all love a good 



64 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

song. I remember that Billy Florence, in his famous 
play, was asked if he ever sang, and he replied, ^^ Those 
who have heard me say I do not." It is different with 
Israel C. Pierson, and I call upon him to lead one of the 
famous songs which we always love to sing. 

The song ^^ Zeta. Psi, we pledge to-nigh f was sung, 
Brother Pierson leading. 

The Toastmastek : The next speaker on the list, Austen 
G. Fox, Rho, '69, is unavoidably absent, which is a source 
of great regret to us. In his place, I have great pleasure 
in calling upon a Zete from whom we always like to hear. 
Brother John W. Bennett, known to his admiring inti- 
mates as '^ Jack'' Bennett. 



SPEECH OF THE 
HON. JOHN W. BENNETT, PHI, '53 

Mk. Toastmastek and Members of the Fraternity : The 
hour is late, and it is impossible that I should say any- 
thing that would add to what has been so eloquently, so 
earnestly, and so Zeta-Psi-ingly said here to-night. I can 
scarcely realize that it is nearly forty- seven years since 
Brother Van Hoesen, who was here to-night, and the late 
Dr. White called at my house and invited me to become 
a Zeta Psi. I was a sophomore and, of course, had to be 
taken in; and I was taken in, and it is impossible that I 
should adequately express to you the very great honor 
that I felt was conferred upon me. It is sufficient for me 
to tell you that I thoroughly appreciated it, and feel proud 
and glad to be numbered among the semi-centennials here 



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this evening; and for this your invitation to speak I also 
feel thankful and glad and proud. 

The event that has been commemorated this evening, 
and in which we all take so much interest, is one that ap- 
peals to all our hearts. I can now bring before me, in 
my mind's eye, that event when, fifty years ago, that 
noble band, like Minerva from the brain of Jupiter, the 
glorious Zeta Psi, came into existence, and when Brother 
Sommers, our founder, and Brother Carter, associated 
with him, presided at its birth. To my mind, it was the 
greatest event in their lives— it certainly would have been 
in mine— first to raise that banner which we glorify, bla- 
zoned with that legend, the significance of which, we all 
know, is exemplified in our motto, ^ ^ Tau Kappa Phi. ' ' I 
regret that I should not have been prepared to give you 
the early reminiscences of our Chapter. It was my plea- 
sure and my privilege to be associated with it during the 
three years of my life in college. If I had the time I would 
love to talk of those Brothers with whom I came in con- 
tact, whether in college or later on in my life upon the 
frontier of the West, or on the boulevards of Paris. 
In 1854, in Paris, I met Brother Appleton, of the Delta 
Chapter. It was to me, and it is to any of the breth- 
ren away from home, a delight to meet one of our 
number. 

I shall not detain you longer with what might be said 
upon this very fruitful occasion, but if you will permit 
me I will propose a toast: The Zeta Psi Fraternity- 
May it continue to grow and to prosper, and to illus- 
trate for all time the qualities that have adorned its 
past, and to strive, as never before, to show forth in 
its membership the bright side of humanity, the presen- 
tation of ^^Tau Kappa Phi.'' (The toast was drunk 
standing.) 
5 



66 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

The Toastmastee : Brothers, you will agree with me that 
no feast of this kind would be adequate unless we heard 
from the modern Athens. Somebody defines a Bostonian 
to be a man who, when he is in Eome, does as the Bos- 
tonians do. Boston is by common consent one of the most 
sterling cities of the country, and we have with us one of 
her most sterling citizens, the Commander of the Ancient 
and Honorable Artillery, Colonel Henry Walker. 



SPEECH OF 
COLONEL HENEY WALKEE, EHO, '55 

Me. Chaieman and Beothees : The unexpected has hap- 
pened, and I feel very much that I would like to get out 
of this trouble. But I also feel, as the woman said when 
her husband was dead and her friends condoled with her 
and they wanted to know if he was resigned, ^ ^ Eesigned ! 
Why, he had to be!" That is just about the way I feel 
now. 

Boston is the hub of the universe. I am not going back 
on it. Of course I am very glad to be here. I was 
in command of the Ancient and Honorable Artillery Com- 
pany, and that is a fact of which I am very proud. I 
think that the men from other sections of this country 
may well be proud of it, too, for the simple tribute I wish 
to pay to the Company which did me the honor of electing 
me its commander is that when it went abroad, in 1896, 
it carried the white flag of Massachusetts and the starry 
banner of the Union, and it brought them back unstained 
and unspotted. (Applause.) Never for one moment did 
a single man of that organization forget that he was an 
American to the core, that America was great enough 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 67 

and grand enough and broad enougli to give to the old 
motherland all the credit she deserved, and to take the 
hand which the majesty of Britain held out to us as the 
representative of this country. And I want to say about 
one other matter that has been touched upon, that from 
the time we alighted on the shore of England until the 
day we left it,— frequenting, as we did, every club, and 
though there was opened to us friendly contact with every 
class of people,— never from the lips of man, woman or 
child did we hear the first word of complaint, the first 
hostile criticism, the first unkind allusion to this grand 
land of ours. And so we felt, as we feel to-day, that bear- 
ing first allegiance to our own flag, owning our fealty to 
that, this nation can afford to stretch out its hand across 
the water to the old mother country in peace and good will. 
(Applause.) 

It certainly gives me gTeat pleasure to see so many here 
to-night, as I know it does every other Brother here, be- 
cause it tells us that the old Zeta Psi is flourishing through- 
out the land, that through this land and through the neigh- 
boring province of Canada (cheers) the spirit of brother- 
hood, of peace and good will, is living and growing. It 
has done us great good to come here, and we will go from 
this festival better men, more deeply impressed by our 
motto. The old giant in mythology, whenever he touched 
mother earth, became stronger and fresher for the fight; 
and so, meeting here and clasping each other 's hands and 
looking into each other's faces, we feel that we are made 
better and stronger. There is no nobler motto than that 
which we carry upon our banner, and there is no time 
when the practice of the principles which it teaches could 
be better put in operation than now. "With the flood of 
ignorance coming from other shores, it is time that the 
educated men of the land should come together and, hand 



68 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

in hand, strive to stop that awful flood which is a menace 
of the common welfare. 

We come here from all parts of the land. The little 
rivulet starts up in the mountain and races down and 
joins another little rivulet, and they combine from all over 
until they form a great rushing body of water that sweeps 
everything before it. So we, in the spirit of Zeta Psi, 
come from all over the land and send forth a combined 
influence which must be for the good, not only of the in- 
dividuals who exert it, but of the State, the community, 
and the country which they represent. I thank you, Mr. 
Chairman, I thank you, my Brothers, for this kind and 
generous reception, and I hope that for many a year to 
come we shall meet together under the banner of Zeta Psi. 

The Toastmastek: We will now have the pleasure of 
listening to a representative of one of our Southern Chap- 
ters. Our Southern Chapters are very dear to us, and the 
Brother who will speak for them is worthy of them,— the 
eloquent Judge R. T. W. Duke, Beta, 74. 



SPEECH OF R. T. W. DUKE, JR., BETA, 74 

There has always been one great mystery to me in life, 
and that was why I loved, in my sophomore days, Roch- 
ester beer. There was a sparkle and a glorious burst 
about it, with no after effects, that I never understood till 
I heard Rochester— in the person of our toastmaster— 
sparkling from the platform to-night. Although the 
impromptu speech, that I generally carefully prepare two 
or three months before I am called upon, was delivered 
last night, I feel that I can ransack away back from my 
early boyhood some reminiscence that will not be unwel- 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 69 

come in this closing hour. I expected this thing. I am 
a good deal like an old friend of mine when he made his 
first trip upon a railroad. He and his good wife got on 
the train and started out until they struck what we know 
down in Virginia as ''the high trestle." It is about one 
hundred and fifty feet high, and when the train struck it 
the old fellow said, ''Good God! Sallie, sit down,'' and 
when they struck the other side he arose himself and said, 
"Thank God, Sallie, it 's lit at last!'' So I have been 
waiting for this thing to light, and, now that it has lit, 
what can I say? 

I come from the South, but I am not of the South alone. 
I am an American, and in America I claim as my brothers 
those who honored the flag of my sires before George 
Washington's coat of arms became the flag of the Union. 
(Applause.) If there is needed a single tribute to the 
universality of the Zeta Psi, let me say to-night that I, a 
dyed-in-the-wool free-trader, bid God-speed and success, 
in all his efforts for his country's good, to the dyed-in- 
the-wool protectionist (Brother Dingley) who has spoken 
to-night. I, too, was once a protectionist— about thirty- 
five years ago; the sort of wool we used to "protect" 
down in my neighborhood was worth about eight hundred 
dollars a head. It is true that my distinguished friend, 
along with a great many other good men and noble fel- 
lows, took the protection which we had put upon that 
wool and made free trade of it. But I tell him to-night, 
as I said last night, that in the great throng of men who 
meet here this week to celebrate your hero's (General 
Grant's) entombment, no hearts will breathe a heartier or 
more sincere Amen to your prayers than those of my 
rebel sire and his rebel son. I remember in those dark 
days, when the President of the Union showed his warrant 
for the arrest of the noblest man God ever gave to Old 
Virginia, he who sleeps enshrined on yonder height said, 



70 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

*'Mr. Johnson, my word was pledged to Lee and Lee's 
men that they should remain in their homes unmolested 
till exchanged; and if you dare to lay your hand upon 
them, by the living God ! I will summon my army against 
you/' And no matter what bitterness may have been in 
the past, no matter what heart-burnings may have then 
separated us, remembering those words to-day, I bow my 
head with you and claim Grant as my hero, as well as 
Lee. 

But the night grows young. Would to God we could 
grow with the night! But I tell you that in these anni- 
versaries, despite the crown that nature has taken from 
my brow, I am as young as the youngest of you in Zeta 
Psi. They say that we in the South have warm hearts. 
I believe we have. We probably gush a little bit, now 
and then. But when it comes down to good, hard, honest 
loving, commend me to the Yankee. I ought to know, 
because I married a part Yankee girl. 1 bring you to- 
night, on behalf of the Southern Zetes, the greeting of 
the old Commonwealth— she who was born before the 
Union was born; she whose people claim their proudest 
heritage in their English blood and their English devotion 
to liberty and to truth. I bring to you, my Brothers, this 
message: "We are with you all, in all that is good, in 
all that is true; and upon all good government, founded 
in honor and founded in brotherly love. We pray God's 
blessing that, from now hence, oblivious of self, we may 
together strive for the glory of a united people." I love 
these unions— not because I am generally called upon to 
speak at them. I love to talk ; I love, particularly, to talk 
to boys, because I am one of them. And if there is any- 
thing I love to hear, it is an old boy filled up, not with 
Rochester beer, but with Attic wit, and with the glorious 
spirit that will keep him young till the centennial of Zeta 
Psi. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 71 

And now, lest I trespass upon the day that my dear old 
mother used to devote to the Shorter Catechism (I never 
understood why it was called ''Shorter^'), let me say once 
again, that I go back to the Old Dominion with a heart 
filled with love, not for the Old Dominion alone; I think 
of her as she was when the King gave her her first charter, 
which ran from the James Kiver ^ve hundred miles to 
the north and five hundred miles to the south, from sea 
to sea ; and in Zeta Psi and in union I claim you all Vir- 
ginians, and greet you Brothers. 

The Toastmastee: Brothers, before we conclude these 
festivities, the Grand Officers are to be installed, and, that 
duty done, we will close with a Zeta Psi song. We will 
now have the installation of the Grand Officers. 

The following officers were then installed: 
Francis S. Keese, Delta, '62, Phi Alpha. 
Charles E. Ronaldson, Sigma, '68, Alpha Phi Alpha. 
Thomas Ives Chatfield, Eta, '93, Sigma Alpha. 
Walter A. Weed, Jr., Zeta, '92, Alpha Sigma Alpha. 
Albert Buchman, Psi, '79, Gamma Alpha. 
Marshall S. Brown, Epsilon, '92, Sigma Rho Alpha. 
Israel C. Pierson, Phi, '65, Delta Alpha. 

The semi-centennial dinner was concluded with the song 
and adjournment after the most ancient order. 

FAREWELL ODE 

Air — "Auld Lang Syne " 

Dear brothers, now the hour has come 

When we must part again. 
As hand to hand and heart to heart 

We form a living chain. 



72 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

One warmer grasp before we part, 

And then to each good-bye. 
May peace, prosperity, and strength 

Attend our Zeta Psi! 

William Henry Carter, Phi, '50. 

(Written in 1848.) 



CHARACTER AND CULTURE 

Delivered before tlie Grand Chapter Convention, Providence, R. I., 
February 22, 1902, by Elisha Dyer, Epsilon, '59. 

Most Worthy Phi Alpha and Brothers: 

It was with many misgivings that I finally consented to 
undertake the part assigned me at this gathering of our 
own distinguished brethren. It is a far cry back to the 
fifties of the last century, and recollections of college days 
have only survived in the life-long friendships made and 
nurtured during those delightful years. But there has 
been through all this time a subtle influence, an unrecog- 
nized something speaking in the quiet hours of life that 
brought back the principles I had been taught as a brother 
of Zeta Psi. It was while wondering what I could pos- 
sibly say that I found in the Semi- Centennial Volume the 
very theme for which I had been seeking. In the valedic- 
tory of its founder, more than fifty years ago, he said : 

''An honorable reputation, a broad and self-respecting 
character among ourselves. Our reputation must be ob- 
tained among our fellow- students in the University. And 
there it will depend on our standing as students and upon 
our individual characters. When either of these is want- 
ing there is a defect which will hinder us from obtaining 
those whom we should most desire to call our brothers, 
for no amount of genius can compensate for want of char- 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 73 

acter. ' ' In the same volume, and written some fifty years 
after the words I have quoted were spoken, I find this 
record : 

*^The Fraternity has never departed from the basal 
principles laid down by its founder. It has demanded 
character and culture as the first requisites for member- 
ship in Zeta Psi. ^ ' 

And so, my Brothers, I shall ask you to consider with 
me, for a few moments, Character and Culture and their 
relation to the times in which we live. 

Character, not that which is carved out of cold abstract 
ideals, but character such as we should find in the profes- 
sions, in the market-place, and last but not least, in public 
life. 

Culture, not that exquisite creation of refined education 
and opportunity, but culture as it brightens and smooths 
the pathway of daily life. 

Seriously considered, the beginning of the new century 
does not promise to be a character-building age. The 
spirit of commercialism, the greed for money, the lavish 
and wicked throwing away of wealth for those things 
which perish in the using, are sapping the very founda- 
tions of that grand old American character that was bom 
in the weakness of Colonial days and is dying amid the 
greatness of a mighty empire. 

In its early days this country of ours stood for the 
purest democracy, the democracy of thought and purpose 
—then added to itself the aristocracy of learning and 
ideas; while to-day, when higher education was never so 
widespread, scholars never so plentiful, this great Ameri- 
can nation seems dangerously near oligarchical plu- 
tocracy. 

What has character to do with a condition it was pow- 
erless to prevent? It has everything to do. Above the 



74 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

ring of the vast money-getters of the hour character must 
come boldly to the front. Even more than that— in every 
transaction between man and man it must be present to 
stand for honesty, for uprightness and the golden rule. 
In the churches the purity of character must be preached. 
In the schools uprightness of character must be taught. 
In the courts character must be protected. In the market- 
place it must be given its full value in every trade. 

To the college graduate one instinctively turns for the 
exemplification of character. Four years of careful train- 
ing under able teachers must, if rightly used, leave a last- 
ing imprint on the man. 

In the administration of public affairs there is an in- 
creasing need of men of high character. The State has a 
right to expect of college-bred men some portion of their 
knowledge and their influence in keeping clean and healthy 
the body politic, and in the solution of the problems that 
confront popular government to-day. 

Unlike that foolish Greek of old who when importuned 
to take public office declared that he would have nothing 
to do with the management of public a:ffairs until public 
affairs should be better managed, our college-bred men, in 
their several spheres and according to the measure they 
have received, should give to the State no meagre portion 
of their learning toward the advancement, welfare and 
security of the community in which they live. 

And culture: if to the man of high character is added 
great culture, you have the ideal citizen, a giant among 
men. 

The power, the opportunity for doing good to his fellow- 
men, is almost without limit to the cultured man of char- 
acter. Culture is never out of place, nor out of season. 
No man is so ignorant that he does not recognize it. No 
man so wise that he does not appreciate it in others. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 75 

Of this great achievement it can be said as a celebrated 
English scholar has written of great thoughts: '^The 
course of great thoughts is, in some way, like the course 
of great rivers. Most romantic and beautiful near their 
source, they are. not most useful. They must leave the 
mountains in which they first appeared and flow not in 
cataracts, but smoothly along the plain among the dwell- 
ings of common men, before they can be turned to account 
in the every-day business of life. ' ' 

It is a great privilege that is mine to-night. Honor it is 
enough to be numbered among those whose pleasure it is 
to entertain this eminent body of elders; to speak before 
them is a greater honor still. 

I know I am but speaking the sentiments of those of us 
who were active in Epsilon well-nigh fifty years ago, when 
I tell you, Brothers of the Grand Chapter, that the mantle 
of the founder has fallen upon worthy shoulders in Epsi- 
lon and that the principles of our beloved order are care- 
fully preserved and affectionately watched through all 
the changing years. 

There are two flags here to-night; God grant that they 
may always be together. There was a time when it was 
said, when they fought side by side, that blood was 
thicker than water, and I believe that the English-speaking 
people are doing all they can for the happiness of man- 
kind, and that all glory will come to those of us who do 
the best we can for the good of our fellow-men. 

My sincerest thanks are yours, my Brothers, for your 
patience in listening to the meagre offering I bring to the 
altar of our order and reverently lay upon it in Tau Kappa 
Phi. 



76 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

THE FULL SIGNIFICANCE OF ZETA PSI 

By Judge Augustus Van Wyck, Upsilon, '64 

Let me repeat a few of my often expressed thoughts in 
relation to the origin, mission, and influence of Zeta Psi. 
In the name of an exalted friendship I greet the host of 
Zetes, who are always responsive to the mandates of 
laws ordained and reverential to the customs honored by 
time's recognition, and who are gathered in this metrop- 
olis to celebrate our fiftieth anniversary. They represent 
leading colleges and universities of the northern half of 
the Western Hemisphere, and reflect all the professions,— 
ministry, medicine, law, teaching, authorship, journalism; 
also the arts and sciences and vocations— commercial, 
manufacturing, and agricultural. 

I ask you to follow me back to the moment when I, with 
sadness, bade farewell to the halls of the old Upsilon Chap- 
ter, telling my associates within her sacred precincts that 
whatever should be my lot in the struggle for existence, 
success, and position, the lesson of brotherly love there 
taught and friendships there formed would be never-ceas- 
ing and never-fading in this world or in the world to 
come. The mind revolts against the theory of annihila- 
tion, and I have yet to meet face to face its advocate. I 
stand here to proclaim and testify before this most cul- 
tivated audience that, in the light of the experiences of a 
busy life, nothing has occurred to shake my faith in those 
farewell declarations, so far as they related to the im- 
perishableness of love and friendship. The mere thought 
of that period revives the dearest memories of the glori- 
ous college days of my boyhood, that grow brighter and 
brighter when contrasted with the sterner realities of the 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 77 

subsequent life. Within the mysterious confines of that 
Chapter, I was taught the true principles of friendship; 
there I learned to esteem, revere, and love my fellow-man ; 
there I learned the true rule for the regulation of man in 
social intercourse and communion, viz. : mutual forbear- 
ance. This simple but potential lesson has been of im- 
measurable value and satisfaction in the journey over the 
path of life for twenty years— the heat of the sunny clime 
of Carolina is truly typical of the intense warmth of the 
affection of the Upsilon's sons for their Zeta Psi brethren 
of the constant North, liberal East, and frank West 1 

Casual examination demonstrates that all enduring in- 
stitutions are based on some of the true principles of the 
philosophy of man, though often associated with errors. 
Their divinity may not be identical in name or concep- 
tion, but none of them antagonize the immutable rule that 
man's influence for good will be promoted by the develop- 
ment of intellect, honor, and affection. Searching in- 
vestigation of the organic law, symbols, escutcheons, 
badges, signs, mottoes, and traditions of our *^ mystic 
circle" unfolds the fact that our founders were deep and 
exhaustive students of the economy of man in his various 
relations. They reflected deeply on the eternal laws of 
nature and morality, traced them to their source, pene- 
trated the philosophy of man to its very foundation, 
erected upon its true principles, which no creed questions, 
the institution of Zeta Psi, and put these truths in active 
practice under a bond of secrecy and a pledge of fidelity 
in the exercise thereof. Zeta Psi teaches that earthly man 
is finite, with a beginning and an end,— an Alpha and 
Omega of life,— thereby recognizing necessarily a divinity, 
creator, first cause, or evolution. The seeming wide dif- 
ference between these is often dissipated by an impartial 
analysis of the functions ascribed to each by its advocates. 



78 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

That man was shaped by a creator none doubts, though 
as to the instruments and materials with which this won- 
derful creation has been accomplished, a Luther and a 
Darwin might differ. Our noble founders furnished us 
the instruments with which man, once created, can be con- 
verted into a Zete clothed with the true and spotless gar- 
ments of affection. 

In darkness the infant is born helpless— to be de- 
veloped by light; so the seed of friendship in man is 
germinated by the light and warmth shed by Zeta Psi upon 
her initiated sons. She demands from them that purity, 
innocence, gentleness, and beauty belonging to duteous 
brethren; that submission to the authority of fraternal 
love which 

The strong, the brave, the virtuous and the wise 
Links in soft captivity together, 

and upon which good government and pure society must 
ever depend. The ripest and most luscious fruit of the 
tree of manly affection is toleration; the development of 
America is more indebted to toleration than to all other 
causes combined. She demands from them that diligence 
in study which assures dominion by the development of 
the mind, for the fruition of mind enables man to subdue 
the powers of nature and to separate and combine them 
according to his want, and thus he is made master of the 
earth, covering it with harvests, villages, and cities, all 
brought in close association and communion by the anni- 
hilators of distance and time— steam and electricity; 
master of the sea, covering it with ships floating at ease 
over its unfathomed abysses; master of the elements— 
fire, air, light, and water, docile slaves of his sovereign 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 79 

will. Zeta Psi also demands of her sons attention to elo- 
quence, which persuades and carries all with it— 

Oh ! Eloquence, 
Listening Senates hang upon thy tongue j 

attention to composition— written thoughts to be pre- 
served from time's decay, and from which man, any dis- 
tance from the thinker, and in all ages, can, as from a 
well, draw the inspiration of combined mental labor; at- 
tention to poetry— one of those mysterious things reflect- 
ing love and hate, war and peace, joy and grief, ^'the 
fragrance of human knowledge, human thought, human 
passions, emotion, language"; attention to music— the 
common language of nature, of the waves and winds, of 
man and bird; she fires the warrior, assuages grief with 
charm of heaven and earth. All these lead to the mar- 
riage of honor and affection, blending together our 
Brotherhood; conferring strength and prosperity in har- 
monious fellowship ; ever upholding the noblest sentiment 
planted in the human breast— Charity ! 

For forty years the uns^nmpathetic professor has been 
asking the question, Shall these Greek-letter societies live 1 
and he himself has answered No, without consultation with 
or consideration of those most deeply interested in their 
mission. The professor answers No; Fate answers Yes, 
forever; and points with pride to the combined strength 
of such societies— eight hundred Chapters, with a mem- 
bership of 100,000 college-educated men, in the United 
States alone. 

What does Zeta Psi mean? The ineffable commingling 
in harmony of intellect, honor, and affection. What is 
her mission? The development of this trinity to its fullest 
measure. We have been told by those who never drank 



80 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

at her pure fountain that Zeta Psi, with her ^ye thousand 
sons, honoring the legislative halls of Congress and thirty- 
eight States of the United States,— honoring, also, the 
Canadian Parliament, the bench, all professions, and all 
the leading vocations,— cannot live. These iconoclasts, be- 
fore asking me to believe as they do, must first convince 
me that the mind needs no exercise, and that the true 
moral code has been obliterated from human memory; 
that man is by nature a recluse and not a social being, 
and so should recognize no duty or obligation to his 
fellow-men ; that man, single-handed, can accomplish more 
than with the assistance and cooperation of his fellows; 
and that government itself is pernicious to man's welfare 
and happiness. 

The impossibility of a single mortal investigating the 
mysteries of earth and sea and sky necessitates the union 
of forces and the division of labor in such researches, and 
Zeta Psi has taken it upon herself to teach those at the 
impressible age of youth this law of political economy. 
She shows that a single individuaPs power of grasping 
the extent of knowledge is a small part of the whole, and 
dwells upon the necessity of recognizing this impotence 
of the individual. She insists that each man is only a link 
in the grand circle of the phenomena of knowledge, mo- 
rality, and affection, enforcing the lesson by means of her 
own mystic circle. 

These iconoclasts further charge that we have secrets 
'*from the faculty.'' Do not all intimacies of associations 
import secrecy? Is it not something in common, yet ex- 
clusive as to the rest of the world, that brings men to- 
gether in friendship! Does not each family circle cir- 
cumscribe the secrets belonging to that family? Does not 
the law commend secrets in proclaiming the communica- 
tions privileged between husband and wife, attorney and 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 81 

client, physician and patient, and minister and parish- 
ioner'? 

It is charged that these fraternities tend to familiarize 
the students with politics. In this day of representative 
forms of government, will any one contend that the edu- 
cated shall not learn the lesson of politics? The institu- 
tion failing to encourage this branch of the sciences is 
unworthy of the patronage of those seeking education and 
development. Such an institution is the open enemy of 
free government. The lesson of politics learned and 
practised at the colleges under the influence of these fra- 
ternities will materially aid the educated to preserve our 
institutions. Does any one suppose that the large atten- 
dance at the colleges in this land of work is simply to 
enable the student to learn Greek, Latin, and the higher 
branches of mathematics ? No. Our colleges aim to turn 
out practical as well as educated men; our colleges are 
little worlds, where, on a smaller scale, the activities of 
the larger world are engaged in. What the family is to 
the community, or the community is to the government, 
the Greek-letter society is to the college world. 

Monotony wastes both matter and mind. The constant 
dripping, drop by drop, of water upon the hard rock does 
not more surely diminish the same by attrition than 
the incessant dripping, drop by drop, of business cares 
and troubles wears upon both mind and body of man. 
This irksome sameness moved the adventurous spirits of 
centuries since to traverse the then unknown countries 
in search of the ^ * fountain of everlasting youth. ' ' Relief 
from this weariness, from the want of variety, and the 
gratification of the desire for the fountain of youth for 
the aged can be found only in the intimate connection of 
the joys of youth with the severities of matured life. Zeta 
Psi is this connecting link. Often have I relaxed, amidst 
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82 ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 

the most pressing cares, into a reverie in search of rest, and 
have been wafted back in memory to the days of my boy- 
hood, when my college associates would appear, and in- 
variably I recognized foremost in the group the bright and 
cheerful faces of friends of my youth, some dead, some 
living ; and on the brow of each I saw plainly our motto, 
^ ' Tau Kappa Phi. ' ' For the affection of a Zete for a Zete 
is like the lava-beds that burn in Etna's breast of flames. 
I was either deceived, or a sable cloud did turn forth her 
silver lining on the night I entered the ^^ Mystic Circle.'' 
Inquire of yourselves, as I have of myself, why I enter- 
tain such a high regard and warm feeling for the Zete 
I have never seen; reflection answers. The bond between 
us is a sworn loyalty to the same moral and fraternal code 
that produces the mutual warmth of friendship. 



VERSES INSPIRED BY AND DEDICATED 
TO ZETA PSI 

Zeta Psi, dear Zeta Psi, 

Forever, as the years go dy, 

Thy minstrels, gathering at thy knee. 

Fond tune their harps and sing of thee ! 



TWENTY YEARS OF ZETA PSI 

Read before the Grand Chapter Convention, 
New York, December 26, 1867 

I go back twenty years to-night and bring to mind the 

days 
When, with my college peers, I strove to win scholastic 

bays, 
And varied the routine of tasks, laborious and dry, 
By joining in the mystic rites of glorious Zeta Psi. 

I see, in that far retrospect, that little band of oursj 

Which held its conclaves just beyond where lordly Grey- 
lock towers ; 

For I 'm a Berkshire boy and sought my academic 
knowledge 

In what you might be pleased to term a mere ^ * freshwater 
college. ' ' 

0, very pleasant were the hours we spent within the 

place 
Where our enthroned Hierophant alone unveiled his face, 
Vouchsafing intellectual food to each and every one. 
And eke the generous dessert of good-fellowship and fun. 

What rousing times we used to have, electioneering then, 
When each Commencement day brought on a bevy of 

fresh men ; 
When every society disparaged all the others. 
And reaped the annual harvest of its new inducted 

brothers ! 

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86 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

I 've been a politician since, and mingled in the brawls 
Of primaries and caucuses and legislative halls ; 
And watched political machines, and been within the ring, 
And buttonholed the Governor and all that sort of thing; 

But ne'er within my memory did atfairs of such concern 
Depend on human strategy or fate's capiicious turn, 
As those contentions— who should hold the favorite 

positions. 
And bear away the honors at the college exhibitions ! 

And when it chanced to gladden my enthusiastic eye. 
That on the victor's person flashed the badge of Zeta Psi, 
I tell you 't was a prize unmatched by any later toys,— 
For men still clutch their playthings and are simply older 
boys. 

The youth who leads a college clique will, doubtless, lead 

a clan 
Somewhere, upon a larger scale, when he becomes a man ; 
And he whom all his cronies hailed a jovial, genial fellow. 
Will hold his own, e'en when the leaf of life is sere and 

yellow. 

The boys of twenty years ago ! as I recall them now, 
Alternate shade and sunshine seem to flit across my brow ; 
I follow down the catalogue the old names, one by one. 
And note with various sentiments what time for each has 
done. 

There 's one is U. S. Senator ; and two or three determine 
The weighty matters of the law and wear judicial ermine; 
And some have found the source of wealth remarkably 

prolific. 
Upon the far Nevada's heights and shores of the Pacific. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 87 

Some argue causes at the bar and legal quibbles moot, 
And some— Lord help them!— strive to ''teach the young 

ideas to shoot^'; 
Some deal in goods and merchandise, with manners bland 

and pleasing, 
And some the tortured purse of poor old Uncle Sam are 

squeezing. 

Some grace the pulpit and proclaim the everlasting Word ; 
Some, in the latter pregnant times, have wielded well the 

sword ; 
And one— a mighty handsome chap— a veritable Paris, 
Has simply raised a fine mustache and carried off an 

heiress ! 

Some boast a goodly heritage and live aloof from cares. 
Some operate in fancy stocks among the "Bulls'^ and 

' ' Bears ' ' ; 
Some scribble for the papers and employ the art phonetic, 
Some wake the oratorio strain and some the strain poetic. 

And some, in life's bright morning, have responded to 

the call 
Which, soon or late, shall send forth its alarum to us all ; 
I count upon that little list the death stars— they are 

seven— 
So many old-time friends have sped from earth, we trust, 

to Heaven. 

But turn we now to witness, after lapse of twenty years. 
How fair a thing and vigorous our Zeta Psi appears ; 
From tiny seed, on welcome soil, the forest monarchs 

grow. 
And they who plant do oftentimes plant wiser than they 

know. 



88 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

The tender shoot whose destiny no mortal might foresee, 

Hath grown and flourished and become a very banian- 
tree; 

And hundreds of ingenuous youths beneath its bowers 
have strayed, 

To hear the whispering of its leaves and linger 'neath its 
shade. 

We build our own best monuments; our own deeds, after 

all. 
Outlast the brass or marble or the niche in storied hall ; 
Well saith the poet, we ourselves "can make our lives 

sublime. 
And departing leave behind us footprints on the sands of 

Time/' 

I know not whether simple slab or more pretentious pile 

Eepeats the tale that Sommeks^ lived and wrought on 
earth awhile. 

What recks he, since in hearts like these shall be en- 
shrined his name. 

And Time itself shall only add fresh laurels to his fame ! 

And now, dear brothers, standing here, within your midst, 
I seem 

Like mythic Kip Van Winkle, softly wakened from a 
dream ; 

Emotions, passing sweetest song, my inmost heart over- 
flow. 

As I renew the vows to-day of twenty years ago. 

I feel it was a kindly act rejuvenating me, 
Who watched the infant stem erewhile and now behold 
the tree; 

1 John B. Yates Sommers, the founder of the Zeta Psi Fraternity. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 89 

The choruses of bygone years repeat their glad refrain, 
And I am Heaven's favorite— a college boy again! 

And now, long live our Zeta Psi! and as the years roll 

round, 
May roots and branches new on our fraternal tree be 

found ; 
And, ever and anon, beneath its overhanging boughs, 
May it be ours to congregate and ratify our vows. 

And you, my younger brethren, pray remember that to me 
And my compeers you owe it now to cultivate the tree ; 
So shall it thrive, and may kind Heaven vouchsafe that 

you and I 
May live to see our grandsons wear the badge of Zeta Psi. 

Samuel B. Sumner, Zeta, '49. 



/^OLD BOYS, YOUNG BOYS" 

Read at the Banquet of the Northwestern Association, 
Chicago, June 8, 1883 

Old boys, young boys, lads middle-aged, 

And lads with beards like snow, 
How quick time passes our heads. 

But through our hearts how slow ! 
We all exchange our wonted age 

One night in every year. 
The patriarch a boy appears. 

The youth becomes a seer! 

The frost that gathered on the brows 
Exposed to care and pain. 



90 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Has melted at the touch of youth 
Like snows in April rain; 

The furrows which old time has plowed 
To show how decades pass, 

Are leveled by the passing smile 
Or hidden by the laugh. 

We 're in the prime of life to-night, 

With just enough of ago— 
We have the health of rosy youth. 

The wisdom of the sage; 
We eat the ripened fruit of hope, 

We quaff ''the wine of joy,'' 
We treasure up the gold of truth. 

And leave the base alloy. 

High summer reigns in heart and field. 

No clouds in brain or sky, 
Before our strong and tireless feet 

The plains of promise lie; 
There 's music in the choir and grove. 

That cheers us as we speed; 
We hasten to the bright reward 

Of noble word and deed. 

We Ve riches that the world knows not. 

And joys none other share, 
The mystic circle which we form 

Excludes all toil and care; 
The spring which Ponce de Leon sought 

With martial pomp and pride, 
The healing pool the angel charmed. 

Are flowing at our side ! 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 91 

Then let us prize our transient joys, 

And hope for bliss above— 
That long reunion with the boys 

Still living in our love; 
Their names are written in the book— 

Suggestive stars are nigh— 
They have the high Grand Chapter formed 

Above the radiant sky. 

Rodney Welch, Chi, '52. 



THE BIRTH OF ZETA PSI 

Bead before the Grand Chapter Convention, 
New York, January 4, 1884 

PEELUDE 

Brothers of the mystic circle, simple is the strain I bring, 
As a child who from the woodland plucks the violets of 
spring ; 

Plucks them for the home's adorning, not for luxury's 

display. 
So I come upon this hearthstone lowly offering to lay. 

For to-night my thought goes backward, and through 

memory's soft haze 
Pass, as in a changing drama, pleasant scenes of college 

days. 

And the brightest of the visions brings the happy faces 

nigh. 
Of the friends I love the dearest— brothers of the Zeta Psi ! 



92 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Loving voice in loving greeting fills a youthful heart once 

more, 
Sweet yet far, as ocean's toilers catch the music of the 

shore. 

Well I know that as the dreaming fades within the morn- 
ing light, 

So has youth in manhood vanished, nevermore to cheer 
the sight ; 

Well I know that many a footstep which by mine youth 's 

pathway trod. 
Nevermore my heart shall quicken till I tread the hills of 

God. 

For those friends, as for the brothers who such brother- 
hood prolong, 

Bring I here the votive offering of these lowly flowers of 
song; 

And as in this bright reunion pleasant fancies bird-like 

fly, 

Let the fancy of a singer tell the birth of Zeta Psi. 



POEM 

Friendship, from out her starry height, 
Chanced on a day to wing her flight 
Where rose the groves that Plato loved, 
And seekers after wisdom roved. 
She saw beneath the classic shade 
The glowing bands of youth arrayed, 
And marked with joy, herself unseen. 
Aspiring glance and thoughtful mien. 



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ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 93 

Be mine, ' ' said Friendship, ^ ' now to bring 
Fresh gifts to the Pierian spring. 
And build within these shades a shrine 
Where tendrils of the heart may twine. 
Minerva, howe'er stern she be, 
May surely grant from these for me, 
Till stronger in the strength I yield. 
Again they seek her gleaming shield.'* 

She turned from paths trod to the stone. 
And sought a glade retired, alone ; 
Fair trees above it waved their green. 
Fair landscapes in the breaks were seen. 
There rose the shrine at Friendship 's call. 
With massive gate and towering wall, 
Where all secure might gather those 
Whom for her votaries she chose. 

Completed all those walls at last, 
Forth to the strong again she passed; 
She sought not merely grace of youth, 
But grave sincerity and truth ; 
And when a brow she touched, unsealed 
The eyes saw Friendship's face revealed. 
And won by kindling glance from her. 
Each followed as a worshiper. 

United in one noble band. 

She led them where her towers stand, 

Then opened at a whispered word, 

The gates which nought beside had stirred ; 

They entered, and the portals rang 

Behind them with a glorious clang. 

While wondering they stood to share 

The pleasures that were clustering there. 



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For all adorned with noblest art, 
Those halls, around, before them, part; 
Pictured with forms of wise and good. 
Who erst had taught how brotherhood 
Gave life its highest, truest form. 
And shielded in its darkest storm; 
And, as they gazed, they well nigh deemed 
From brightening eyes a welcome beamed. 

Then Friendship spoke: ** United long, 
Here sound my praise in choicest song; 
Here nourish strongest sympathy. 
Bound by young manhood's closest tie ; 
A growing brotherhood to stand. 
With eye to eye and hand in hand, 
As with the gift that here I give 
The noblest life you learn to live. 

''Your name? those only may discern 
Whom I shall to these portals turn ; 
As goddesses in years far gone 
Could shield with clouds each favorite son. 
So round you here my cloud shall be 
To shield these halls of mystery; 
Linked by each aspiration high, 
Be ever named the Zeta Psi. 

''And when with hearts renewed you start 
In life beyond to take your part. 
As ladies bound their favors bright 
On casque and spear of chosen knight; 
So bind I mystic letters three 
My gage and guardian pledge to be : 
Tau, Kappa, Phi ; be this the word 
On every field of glory heard. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 95 

^ ^ Hand linked in hand the heart throb know 
Which warmer beats tho' years may go, 
Voice blending with each brother 's tone 
In love that lasts, tho' years have flown; 
In songs like these of Friendship tell, 
When breathes your welcome or farewell.'' 



WELCOME SONG 

We have come as brothers meeting, 

Led by Friendship's guiding star. 
And the sound of our welcome greeting 

Shall float to the world afar ; 
Then sing with the light above us. 

As the happy hours go by, 
Here 's a health to the friends that love us, 

And hurrah! for the old Zeta Psi! 

The clouds that around us hover. 

From the colder hearts may hide. 
But our radiant ranks discover 

The joys that ever abide ; 
Then sing with the light above us. 

As the happy hours go by. 
Here 's a health to the friends that love us. 

And hurrah ! for the old Zeta Psi ! 

By the oaths our lips have taken, 

By the mystic letters three. 
We will keep her true faith unshaken. 

And brother to brother be ; 
Then sing with the light above us. 

As the happy hours go by. 



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Here 's a health to the friends that love us, 
And hurrah ! for the old Zeta Psi ! 
• •••••• 

One moment, and the air grew still, 

Then rose a melody to thrill 

Each waiting heart; 'twas Friendship's last. 

For fading with the strain she passed 

As fades the star when night has run. 

Yet left behind her henison. 

And often has the midnight rung 

When Zeta Psi her song has sung. 



PAETING SONG 

Farewell, farewell ! As our hands unclasp, 

The parting brings the sigh ; 
Yet clings each heart with a closer grasp. 

To the dear old Zeta Psi. 

Farewell, farewell! but not to forget 
When sterner scenes draw nigh, 

For the eye will turn where its love is set. 
To the dear old Zeta Psi. 

• • • • • • • 

So came the brotherhood to be. 
So flashed the mystic letters three. 
When Friendship of the burning heart 
To Wisdom would her gifts impart. 
So may her sons forever stand, 
Linked closely in one noble band. 
To guard the sacred love and truth 
Whose fires first warmed the heart of youth. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 97 



FINALE 

Ended is the singer 's fancy, from the realm of the ideal, 
Lo! again the present summons as with battle's startling 

peal. 
Sweet the dreams of youth, but sweeter is a manhood's 

deep delight, 
When it dares and suffers nobly in each battle for the 

right. 
Ours the call and ours the conflict— on each field be ours 

the gain — 
Strength upbuilt by earnest living, conquest won through 

sharpest pain. 
There our standard waves us onward to the warrior's 

renown, 
God and conscience crown the faithful with no fading 

laurel crown. 
Brothers: by each aspiration kindled where our altar 

burns. 
Let us prove our manhood noble, as the |)resent thus 

returns. 
Let these passing joys refresh us for the coming battle 

blaze, 
Fighting as we fought together in the dear old college 

days. 
Then again our votive trophies at thy feet shall glorious 

lie. 
Then again our songs shall hail thee, loved and honored 

Zeta Psi ! 

William Rankin Duryee, Delta, '56. 



98 THE JUBILEE OF THE 



^^ALL ON DECK! MAN THE SAILS!'' 

Eead before the Grand Chapter Convention, 
Hanover, N. H., July 31, 1860 



All on deck ! Man the sails ! The hour has come at last ; 
The wind blows from land, the farewell is past, 
While gently to seaward is bending the mast. 

'T was a long time ago, in those mystic days of yore, 
That the Argonauts set sail to return, perhaps, no more, 
To the land they were leaving, the pleasant Grecian shore. 

For a golden fleece they sail o'er an unknown sea; 
They have monsters and dragons and all things that be, 
To strive with and vanquish, but never once to flee. 

Sons of gods and the muses compose the band. 
And their oars dip to music from Orpheus' hand, 
As the prow of the Argo is turned from the land. 

'Twixt Scylla and Charybdis the Argonautae steer; 
There is a tempest on the ocean, and rocks on the rear, 
Yet, resolute at heart, they know no fear. 

Still they toil on their way, for the goal before them lies. 
Till the land of their wishes at last greets their eyes, 
And they clasp to their bosoms the precious golden prize. 

Some are Argonauts to-day, and their bark is on the shore ; 
Leaving Tempe 's pleasant vale, to return no more. 
They go upon the ocean, like those demigods of yore. 



ZBTA PSI FRATERNITY 99 

Those who venture to sail without pilot o'er the main, 

Expecting, by chance, a safe goal to attain, 

Are engulfed by the ocean, and ne 'er return again. 

But we know that our craft, with her mystical crew, 
Never shrinks from the tempest, though rocks are in view. 
But welcomes the storm, and rides haughtily through; 

For Faith sits in the prow, with our chart in her hand ; 
Hope, her radiant sister, forms one of our band. 
While aloft and alow our bark is well manned. 

And with Honor at helm, our pennon unfurled, 
Though the fierce bolts of Envy and Malice be hurled, 
We fear not the waves of the cold surging world. 

Outward bound! outward bound! there is music in the 
cry; 

Outward bound, o'er the sea, though the waves are dash- 
ing high, 

And the hurricane howls fiercely as it swift dashes by. 



« 

Visions of the early ages flit across my fancy now, 
And I hear the voice of Clio, as before her shrine I bow, 
Hear her tell the wondrous story of the nations long since 

past. 
How that each successive people grew still wiser than the 

last. 

Following each other slowly, in accordance with the plan, 
That has seemingly prepared it for the dwelling-place of 
man ; 

LoFC. 



100 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

So has empire followed empire, with each a different sway, 
Slowly, step by step, advancing, from the darkness unto 
day. 

And a glorions era opens ; free to think and free to do, 
Men, in truth, we need no longer aught but noble aims 

pursue. 
Through the mist of all the ages, ever since the world 

began. 
Never came such happy epoch in the history of man. 

Man, to rule the world created, never held such sway 

before ; 
Nature lends him all her forces, to her treasure opes the 

door; 
Winds, with willing, flitting pinions, lead his vessels o'er 

the wave. 
And to aid him in his wishes steam is made his pliant slave. 

Lightning follows at his calling, quickly goes at his behest. 
Telling news of war and famine, or of lands with plenty 

blest ; 
Mercury, in ancient story, when by Jove the god was sent. 
No more ready at his bidding ever from Olympus went. 

Mountains, ancient as our planet, at his will their proud 

crests nod. 
Wheat laughs out in smiling dimples from the track his 

plow has trod ; 
Nature loves him like a mother, but obeys him like a child. 
Serves him with a will right loyal, she before so fierce 

and wild. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 101 

Under Liberty's kind guidance, free to think and free 

to do, 
Man approximates to manhood, to the perfect, good and 

true; 
Man not only governs nature, but himself he rules as well, 
Bows no longer to the despot, broken now the tyrant's 

spell. 

Despotism, to destroy thee, brought her murderous ally. 

Decked her in thy stainless garments, called the monster 
Liberty ; 

But we know the gilded harlot. License written on her 
brow, 

Know and scorn her bloody mockery, for her arm is pal- 
sied now. 

Gentle spirit, guardian angel of America the free ! 

Here has always been thy dwelling, here we trust it e'er 

will be ; 
Though no jealous envy fills us, when abroad thy flag 's 

unfurled. 
For we hope in the hereafter, that thy home will be the 

world. 

Continents are newly peopled, slumbering millions wake' 
from night. 

Wisdom opens wide her portals, sheds o'er all her truth- 
ful light. 

Yes, a new and glorious era da,wns upon the awakened 
earth, 

And the noblest field of action is the country of our birth. 

Let us, then, true-hearted brothers, do the work for us 

assigned. 
Following out a lofty purpose with a fixed and equal mind ; 



102 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Like the Arab of tlie desert, when his weary way he wends 
Toward the birthplace of the Prophet, where his toilsome 
journey ends; 

ni 

In the dew of the morning, 'midst the pleasures of youth, 
When our minds, fresh for action, are yearning for truth ; 
When our hearts, warmly beating, are eager for strife, 
Impatient to enter the race-course of life; 
When hope kindly beckons, and fair visions rise, 
We will earnestly cherish all true Zeta Psis. 

When the sun is uprisen, and our labor 's begun, 
Our hearts nothing daunted, we '11 rise like the sun; 
And when once in the heavens— what power shall for- 
bid ?- 
We '11 remain there forever, as Hercules did; 
And our lights, be they shining or dark with eclipse, 
We will e 'er give a God-speed to all the true ^ ^ Zips. ' ^ 

With our circle unbroken, wherever we are, 

We will meet on the level, and part on the square; 

A bundle of fagots reserved for our foes. 

For our friends, ever faithful, calm, peace, and repose ; 

And, ever united, in honor we '11 rise. 

An unbroken phalanx of true Zeta Psis. 

With the blonde of the Rhineland, the brunette of Spain, 

When the wanton bolero wakes passion again; 

With our own native maidens, to whom Freedom gives 

birth. 
The sweetest and fairest on the face of the earth ; 
When pressing with fervor each dear maiden's lips. 
We will show we have ever the souls of true ' ^ Zips. ' ' 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 103 

On the waste of the desert, 'neath the deadly simoom, 
Enveloped in sand-clouds, encompassed with gloom, 
When the shafts of the sun together seem cast 
With the hot burning breath of the furious blast. 
We will struggle triumphant, and never say die, 
For fear never troubles the true Zeta Psi. 

On the waves of the ocean, when the hurricane blows, 
And the quick lightning flashes have banished repose; 
On the breast of the billow, when the Storm King 's 

asleep. 
And our bark proudly rides o'er the unruffled deep; 
When the forms of our friends on our visions arise. 
We '11 remember as brothers all true Zeta Psis. 

At the bar, in the forum, with the scalpel or pen, 
'Mid the wilds of the forest, or the dwellings of men ; 
On sea or on land, on mountain or plain. 
Whether seeking for pleasure, or seeking for gain; 
Wherever we are, under whatever skies. 
We '11 remember our pledge to the true Zeta Psis. 

Heney B. Atheeton, Psi, '59. 



CADMUS AND ZETA PSI 

Read before the Grand Chapter Convention, 
Boston, January 5, 1883 

I have read in those records of old. 
So old that the world is unable 

To dissever the dross from the gold. 
To untangle the facts from the fable. 



104 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

That a schoolmaster, Cadmus his name was, 

To his ashes forever be peace. 
Brought letters— and that 's what his fame was 

Brought letters and taught them to Greece. 

And Greece, which till then was benighted. 

On the letters pounced down like a vulture, 
She conned them with face wild delighted, 

She agonized fairly for '^ culture'^; 
With face much too earnest for laughter 

She swore with her soul all ablaze. 
She would live in the lengthened Hereafter 

As the Boston of primitive days! 

And Cadmus, who watched her progressing, 
With a patience that nothing could weary, 

One day, as he gave her his blessing. 
Begged leave to propound her a query. 
^'Please tell me, O Greece, '^ he entreated, 

^^Of the letters I 've taught to you here, 

Which ones have you kindliest greeted. 
Which are most to your fancy, my dear 1 ' ' 

Answered Gree.ce, '^Unless I 'm a goose. 

No letter in beauty is greater 
Than the stylish initial of Zeus"— 

And she held up to Cadmus a Zeta! 
' ' And yet, ' ' she continued explaining, 
^'Though Zeta so pleases my eye, 
I must own in my bosom 't is reigning 

In conjunction with beautiful Psi!" 



She ceased and old Cadmus drew nearer, 
Threw his arm round his protegee's waist. 

And exclaimed, ' ' There could nothing be clearer 
Than that Greece has remarkable taste ; 



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ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 105 

For the pick of all alphabets, surely, 
Are the letters that captured your eye— 

The stately, magnificent Zeta, 
The graceful, ethereal Psi ! 

And now to give play to the pleasure 

That springs from the choice you have made. 
That the world ever fondly may treasure 

Those letters till language shall fade, 
In beauty together I '11 blend them. 

The pin on your bosom I '11 place, 
And down through the ages I '11 send them— 

The badge of the best of the race. 



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So saying, old Cadmus the letters 

Decreed should be firmly united ; 
His edict was stronger than fetters— 

They have ne'er broke troth that they plighted ; 
And till Gabriel does his last duty, 

And time stands adjourned sine die, 
Those letters shall bloom in their beauty— 

The Zeta that 's fused with the Psi ! 

William H. McEleoy, Theta, '60. 



THE UNKNOWN GREAT 

From " The Chapter," a collection of poems mostly by Zetes, 
edited by Samuel Marsh, Jr., LL.D., Phi, '67 

'T is not alone on tented fields 
That mighty victories are won, 

'T is not alone 'mid carnage wild 
Heroic deeds are nobly done. 



106 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Within the school-room's huinble walls, 

Beside the couch of pain, 
Are greener laurels daily earned 

Than conquerors ever gain. 

Whether with pickaxe or with sword, 
With musket or with pen, 

Man's noblest work is best performed 
When man can better men. 

We build the monuments above 

The titled hero's bed. 
We strew the leader's path with flowers. 

Forgetting those he led. 

Some journeyman of Tubal Cain, 
Whose name we '11 never know, 

Forged, from the rusty iron ore, 
The first bright, shining hoe. 

Then first the tares from out the corn 
Were plucked by willing hands. 

Then grape-vines took the thistle 's place. 
And plenty filled the lands. 

Some potter, long since turned to clay, 
Made bowls our feasts to grace; 

Who sings his praise with song and wine 
Who knows his resting-place? 

The Unknown Great ! behold their work 
Where mighty cities stand. 

Where navies float upon the seas, 
Where vineyards shade the land! 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 107 

They labored on the Appian Way, 

The Pyramids they reared ; 
They rescued Holland from the sea, 

The gloomy forests cleared. 

From granite, hidden in the earth. 

They built the walls of Eome, 
They bridged the Tiber, Seine, and Thames, 

And rounded Peter's dome. 

They gave the name to Flodden Field; 

They fought at Marston Moor; 
And Runnymede and Waterloo 

Were deluged with their gore. 

They braved the cold at Valley Forge, 

The foe at Lake Champlain; 
They piled the ground at Abraham's Heights, 

And Solferino's plain. 

• •••••• 

The Unknown G-reat lie all around,— 

On Lookout Mountain's side, 
'Mid Shiloh's hills, at Gettysburg, 

Where'er the brave men died. 

Their graves are in the Wilderness, 

On sandy, lone Tybee, 
They ridge full many a cotton-field. 

They skirt the sounding sea. 

One monument sufficeth all— 

A reunited State; 
And one inscription doth for each— 
^'Here lies the Unknown Great." 

Rodney Welch, Chi, '52. 



108 THE JUBILEE OF THE 



THE LOVE OF ZETA PSI 



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Tread not alone earth's pathway, 

With Zeta Psi to love ; 
When other friendships falter 

Faithful will Zeta's prove ! 

Faithful will Zeta 's prove ! 
Once thine forever thine, 

It stands a rock in all earth's storms, 
So like the love divine. 

With fellowship entwining 

Around each brother's heart. 
With bonds of friendship binding, 

In ties that never part. 

In ties that never part; 
Forever, Zeta Psi, 

We pledge our manhood and our lives 
To sacred Zeta Psi. 

Warmer clasp each brother's hand, 

Look in each brother's eye. 
Faithful stand, a living band. 

Of Brothers Zeta Psi! 

Of Brothers Zeta Psi! 
Bound by a love most true. 

Which shines about our pathway here. 
Like stars set in the blue. 

The soul has no emotion 

More exquisite to feel. 
Than honor, love, devotion 

Which Fraternity reveal, 

Which Fraternity reveal, 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 109 

In glorious Zeta Psi. 

What love ennobles and endures 
Like old Tau Kappa Phi? 

Fkancis Le Eoy Satteelee, Phi, '65. 



THE PROMISED LAND 

Read at the Thirty-sixth Annual Banquet of the Delta Chapter, 

New Brunswick, N. J., June 19, 1883 

He stood upon the mountain top, 

The view stretched wide and sunny, 
But not for him a single drop 

Of Canaan's milk and honey;— 
The pillar and the cloud his guide, 

Hope cheered the grand old ruler, 
Yet after forty years he died 

Outside the land of Beulah. 

And we, who read the story o'er. 

Reflect that it discloses 
Between the lines a something more 

Than appertains to Moses;— 
"We all, with promised lands in view. 

Life's daily journey order. 
But mostly drop our graves into. 

Outside the longed-for border! 

So on this golden night of feasts, 
When hope becomes fruition; 

When Fate calls off the awful beasts 
That guard the Fields Elysian; 



no THE JUBILEE OF THE 

With feet upon the Promised Land, 
'T would surely sorely shame us 

Did there not rise on everj^ hand 
The old-time Gaudeamus! 



One toast is on each lip, each eye,— 

We will not drink another; 
The toast is simply: Zeta Psi, 

Our well-beloved mother! 
She cries: ^'Come, milk and honey sip." 

She cries : * ' Let me refresh you. ' ' 
She cries : ' ^ Let 's feel the old-time grip. 

As fondly I caress you." 



And as we kneel to crave her grace 

With all the old love's hunger. 
We cry, one glance into her face, 
^^By Jove, you 're growing younger!" 
And she, all smiles from lip to brow. 

Throws both her arms around us 
And cries: ^*My boys!"— as if just now 
Green Freshmen she had found us ! 

We 're tied unto her apron strings 

With knots that e'er grow tighter; 
No matter what the future brings, 

Her charms can make it brighter; 
With hearts for love of her ablaze. 

Who dares, forsooth, to blame us, 
If, boys once more, we fervent raise 

The old-time Gaudeamus? 

William H. McEleoy, Theta, '60. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 111 

HELP AND BEOTHERHOOD 
(a fragment) 

Read before the Grand Chapter Convention, 
Boston, October 20, 1875 

When are we brothers ? Not when words 

Are spoken, while the hand is still; 
Not when the face lights up with smiles, 

While underneath the heart lies chill. 
My brother is my guide, my cheer, 

When I go wrong, when I go right, 
And I, a Joseph rich in grain. 

Though sent to Egypt by his might. 
I care not for a person 's gifts. 

His talents, or his boundless pelf, 
Who in my Chapter has not learned 
^^My brother" means more than *' myself." 

Dear brothers, would we know what means 

This power of help, this giving aid,— 
Think of the green bough and the vine, 

Turning the noontide heat to shade ; 
Of brooks that with a merry song 

The wild flowers from their slumbers wake. 
Then hurry on, all life and sport. 

Upon the mill-wheePs rim to break; 
Of acorns dropped in rich brown mould, 

Of wild birds fleeing from the storm. 
Of snow-quilts, thick and soft as down, 

Keeping the tender rootlets warm ; 
Of little twinklers of the sky. 

Hanging out lanterns to the night. 



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Of glow-worms guiding with their fire 

The foot-worn traveler aright ; 
Of dewdrops freshening the fields, 
Dissolving honey in the flower- 
But Nature throughout all her works 
Is nothing but a helping power. 

Who would not falter and grow weak, 

Or yield the slave of discontent, 
If now and then no cheering word 

Awoke a sweet encouragement? 
The toilsome path less rugged seems 

When those ahead point out the way ; 
When friends believe we will succeed, 

Then we begin to think we may. 

Feank M. Hawes, Kappa, 72. 

THE FAIREST QUEEN 

Fair Zeta Psi! Dear Zeta Psi! 
To thee we rich oblation bring, 

Exalted though thou art on high, 
Yet at thy feet we deign to fling 
Love's purest, choicest offering. 

No foam- vexed billow e'er concealed 
A stronger tide its crest below. 

Than that love-tide our heart-fonts yield. 
Which tends to thee in ceaseless flow. 
Sweet disenchanter of our woe! 

No other love such strength has shown, 
As marks the love thou dost inspire; 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 113 

No human thought can span the zone 
That compasses our heart's desire 
In thee, love's all-consuming fire! 

The voice of nature's sweetest song, 
The melody the spheres distil ; 

The liquid notes that float along 
In rhythmic measure with the rill, 
No blissful charms like thine instil. 

The fairest plant which heavenward lifts 
Its head, in lovely hues arrayed, 

Encrowned with Flora's rarest gifts. 
Is not so fair as thee, sweet maid, 
Whose matchless beauty cannot fade ! 

We crown thee queen, the fairest queen. 
Whose sceptre's weight we love to feel; 

Thou mortal of immortal mien. 
Before thy shrine we humbly kneel. 
And pledge to thee love's deathless zeal! 

HowAED N. Fuller, Delta, '74. 

THE PIN OF ZETA PSI 

'T was in the pleasant summer time, 

While shady lanes I strolled, 
I chanced upon a charming girl. 

Her beauty made me bold; 
I spoke to her, she did not chide. 

And I will tell you why— 
She saw all sparkling on my breast 

The pin of Zeta Psi! 



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114 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Together then the lanes we strolled 

And when 't was time to part, 
Tho' long I lingered near the spot, 

I couldn't find my heart; 
For that, alas, was stolen qnite 

By the pretty maiden shy. 
And on her breast, above my heart. 

Flashed the pin of Zeta Psi ! 

And now long years have passed and gone 

Since those shady lanes we strolled. 
And the sturdy youngster at my knee 

Shows we are growing old; 
But his little mother and myself 

Both hope before we die 
To see him wear upon his breast 

The pin of Zeta Psi! 

William Kelly Otis, Alpha (Col.), '82. 



FORSAN ET HJEC OLIM MEMINISSE JUVABIT 

Eead before the Grand Chapter Convention, 
Montreal, January 7, 1888 

Time speeds away, youth leaves us all too soon. 
The happy morn fades into afternoon. 
Till sinks the sun, and night spreads o 'er the scene 
And memory turns to days that once have been. 
Yes, when the evening shades o 'er life appear, 
AVhen past grows present and the distant near, 
When life's stern task our strength has given o'er 
And tired hands seek rest for evermore. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 115 

Then strange, yet true, as older thus we grow, 
The more our weary thoughts will backward flow. 
Imagination fails and memory flies 
To bring us to the light of other days— 
The light of other days when we were young, 
Our task unfinished and our song unsung, 
^Vhen Honor beckoned with her laurel crown. 
And Fancy breathed the magic word renown. 
The world before us ! Primrose path it seemed. 
While pleasure, radiant-hued, before us beamed. 
And aims diviner than the common aim 
Bade us to win and leave a glorious name. 
What wonder then that e 'en when locks grow gray 
And youthful strength is ebbing fast away. 
When dim our eyes— how bright, alas ! they shone 
In days, though not forgot, forever gone — 
What wonder that we turn our wistful gaze 
From life 's decline to youth and youth 's bright days 1 
And 'midst those days some far more bright appear. 
With truest friends, long be their memory dear. 
Hearts may grow cold, but colder must they grow. 
Ere we forget those loyal hearts and true; 
Eather, as years roll on, more strong the bond. 
Our hearts grow warmer and our love more fond; 
And of these friends whose memory cannot die. 
Who are so dear as those in Zeta Psif 
Friends from the days we sought the stately fane 
Where Learning holds her quiet, peaceful reign. 
And 'midst the mighty men of every age. 
The orator, philosopher and sage. 
Whose minds yet rule, and shall rule to the end. 
We gained the best of gifts, a lifelong friend. 
Then came the race of life that all must run, 
The fated hour when we had lost or won. 



116 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Wlien the world hailed us as the conqueror, 

Or we had fallen and could fight no more, 

And in the field forgotten we expire. 

Extinguished hope, extinguished all desire. 

But whether victory o 'er our standard fly 

Or fallen we can only droop and die. 

We feel this truth, whether we stand or fall — 

Victory is well, but victory is not all. 

If it is won by loss of principles. 

If we have heard, but shrunk from duty's call, 

Then woe to us ! for little is his gain 

Whose 'scutcheon after battle shows a stain. 

And whether victors or the vanquished we. 

Our aim is not this world's brief victory. 

We, who have lived true heart linked to true heart. 

We, bound by ties that time nor space can part, 

We friends and brothers, brothers by our vow, 

This world 's vain laurels suit but ill our brow. 

Far more we prize the simple woodland wreath. 

Plucked from the shrine of friendship and of truth; 

For this we turn as years roll on their way 

To days that were and joys of memory; 

Thus richest joys we pledge this very day. 

While, like a stream, glad hours glide away. 

We pledge ourselves to-day, not that our name 

Shall be wide blown on every wind of fame ; 

E'en Freedom pledge we not; though we adore 

That goddess who our land had hovered o'er. 

And bade our troubles end, our warfare cease. 

That we might prosper in perpetual peace; 

Earth 's fame we prize, for Freedom we would die ; 

But our fond pledge this day is Zeta Psi ! 

And her proud motto blazoned on each heart. 

Honor and friendship— never may they part— 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 117 

Honor alone may wear the cynic smile, 

Friendship, with honor lost, can but defile; 

But friendship linked with honor well may be 

The guiding star of noblest chivalry; 

And we, we few, who hold this motto dear 

To us calls Duty's voice as trumpet clear. 

Our brother men in ages that yet sleep. 

In accents yet unknown to human lip. 

Shall sing our record; let it say that we 

AVrought out our motto with fidelity. 

The age advances, we compose the age. 

The young and thoughtless and the old and sage, 

From us its character, its name it gains. 

Whatever glory and whatever stains. 

This thought alone should inspiration prove 

To guide us on the path that leads above. 

Ever to speed the right, eschew the wrong. 

Confirm the feeble, make the weak the strong ; 

Conforming all unto this general end— 

To love each man as brother and as friend. 

Joseph H. Bowes, Theta Xi, '84. 



BOUND TO KNOW IT ALL 

Eead at the Annual Banquet of the Phi Chapter, 
December 12, 1899 

How well I still remember, boys, the day I entered college. 
Great Zeus ! but what a thirst I had for all the brands of 

knowledge ! 
I burned to bound up Learning's steep and from the 

summit call 
To every toiler underneath, ^ ' See me, I know it all. ' ' 



118 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

1 told some Seniors of my scheme, their praise it did 

beguile, 
And as I spoke the face of each became one ample smile ; 
They introduced me right and left, and this remark let fall 
To all the men who came along, "He 's bound to know 

it all.'' 

I bandolined my auburn hair to show my forehead high— 
I had my head examined twice for lumps that signify ; 
And when the man that made the search did for his money 

call, , 

He told me, as I bought his chart, ' ' You 're bound to know 

it all." 

For four swift years, to know it all how eagerly I sought, 
I crammed myself with prose and verse— I really thought 

I ought; 
So ere Commencement day arrived, as you may well 

suspect, 
I had a most acute attack of pride of intellect. 

Commencement o'er, I sought the world, what confidence, 

what ease. 
What stores of wisdom— solid chunks— to edify and 

please ; 
What splendid plans to help the world at every needed 

point, 
What patent splints in case I found the times were out of 

joint! 

It never once occurred to me, poor optimistic soul. 
That anywhere the world was flat, save just at either pole ; 
I knew it had a Mammoth Cave, but, by the great Apollo, 
I did n 't know that other parts were also rather hollow ! 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 119 

There 's small occasion to proceed— you may infer the 

rest, 
The world did not this graduate strain wildly to her 

breast, 
She did not cry, as I appeared, ' ' Now is my hour of bliss 

come; 
Here is the ages' chosen heir, solvate pax vohiscum: 



y> 



You 're right, it was a droll mistake— but I 've a faint 

impression 
If certain other graduates would make as frank confession, 
Each would admit there was a time when oft his wonder 

grew. 
That one small head, with no annex, could carry all he 

knew! 

MOEAL 

Get wisdom, her ways are delightful and sweet. 
But, oh, be not wise in your private conceit, 
Though vast is the learning you master may call. 
There is room to suspect that you don't know it all! 

Adieu, brother Zetes, while I linger with you, 
Again on my heart falls the magical dew 
Which makes that tough organ again to be tender, 
And life to renew its gay morning-time splendor. 

'T is the dew of my youth— and it sparkles to-night 
With all its transcendent, ineffable light;— 
'T is the light e 'en the Sun-god can never command, 
'T is *'the light which was never on sea or on land." 

William H. McElroy, Theta, '60. 



120 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

OLD ZETE AND NEW ZETE 

An Old ZetG; visiting his Chapter, witnesses a Freshman's Initiation 

Why speak of the joy and the greeting, 

The laughter and fun of the night! 
We have all been the hosts, or been welcomed, 

And can judge of the pleasure aright. 
Why speak of the poor, trembling Freshman? 

We have all been fresh in our day. 
We would rather be Freshmen, I wager, 

Than hardened, world-battered, and gray. 

Fbank M. Hawes, Kappa, 72. 
DE AMICITIA 



Eead before the Grand Chapter Convention, 
Montreal, January 7, 1899 



Most worthy chief. Phi Alpha great. 
And every other festive Zete 

To babe or Sigma Rho, 
I pledge you all, and may we be 
Knit fast in boon fraternity 

Till from this place we go. 
Nay, let our fellowship extend 
Henceforth unto the utmost end; 

Nor part we ever so 
That fellow shall not thrust his hand 
To fellow, in whatever land 

From here to Jericho. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 121 



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So much for invocation. Now your bard 

The jocund tables anxiously doth scan 
In hope he may discern, by looking hard, 

Some ordinary, undistinguished man. 
If there be any such in Zetish ranks, 

He hides, alas, his modest head from view. 
I see but generals, presidents of banks, 

Members of Congress, speakers than Depew 
More eloquent, plump judges by the score. 

Among Canadian elders, here a knight 
And there a baron— whom we must adore — 

Towers above the rest, and thirsts for fight. 
E'en 'mid the actives is no common clay, 

Future gold-medallists and prizemen, these. 
And football captains. In the dawn of day 

They choose and strive and conquer as they please. 

Dazed by the brilliance of this titled throng 

And such kaleidoscopic greatness, I 
Feel rather certain that I shall be wrong 

Whatever kind of word I call you by. 
Zates, Zetes and Zites, so are we known to fame— 

At least the unwashed vulgar call us so— 
But here we meet together, and a name 

I fain would use less bandied to and fro. 
^ ^ Brethren ' ' won 't serve my turn. It has a ring 

Of Puritanic days when laughter died. 
And human love was held a sinful thing. 

E 'en ^ ' Brothers ' ' must I sadly cast aside, 
For fratricidal strifes have been, and hate 

'Twixt kinsmen is the loathliest thing on earth. 



122 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

One name is left, and may it bear the freight 

Of my best meaning. Whether we from birth 
Have been trne comrades, or have later grown 
Into these ties which we must ever own, 
One gift to all good fortune freely sends : 
Whate 'er we be or be not, we are friends. 

in 

Lo, then, the theme round which I range my rhymes ; 
Friendship it is, and memories of old times ; 
And, as ye listen, think each of some friend 
Who ^s half yourself, will either give or lend. 
And, even borrowing, loves you to the end. 

IV 

In true Shaksperian form I put the question, 
Although I cannot answer it myself. 
It runs as follows, you will recollect : 

^'Tell me where is friendship bred, 

Or in the heart, or in the head! 

How begot, how nourished? 
Eeply, reply.'' 
Well, friends, I won't reply, since metaphysics 
Is rather tedious on a night like this. 
We 'U say for now that friendship 's bred like fancy 
Or any other thing you like to name. 
We 'd better look at hard, relentless facts, 
And see what different kinds of friends there are. 



First let me tell you a tragic tale 
Of a Quaker who went to sea. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 123 

The hat he wore was as broad as a sail, 
His tie was as white as a bridal veil 
And starched as a Pharisee. 

But one can't judge from the look of a frog 

The distance he 's game to leap; 
And though the Quaker declined his grog, 
And often resembled a bump on a log. 

He never went fast asleep. 

The captain was merry and loved a jest 

At the Quaker's quaint thees and thous. 
But at bouts of the tongue he was second best. 
For the Quaker, though sadly and sombrely dressed 
And debarred from the use of vows. 

Could prove to the captain how great a sin 

It is to draw sword, and spill 
The blood of your foe for the sake of his tin; 
He would prove that mankind are all one kin 

Till the captain groaned and was still. 

Now the Nancy Lee had a cargo rare 

Of gems and spices and gold; 
She had bales of silk and of samite fair, 
She had port and sack and sherry to spare, 

And hogsheads of rum in her hold. 

One Sunday the pirate hove in sight. 

With black flag a-flying free ; 
He chased the Nancy with all his might. 
He chased her from dawn till the fall of night. 

And laid her aboard in glee. 



124 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

With cutlass and pike, with pistol and knife, 

The crew of the Nancy fought; 
Not one of the gang but strove for his life, 
For his swag and his grog, for his kid and his wife. 

So the pirate himself was caught. 

At the end of the fight the Quaker appeared 

As calm as he was before. 
He had killed five men and his face was smeared. 
His cravat was dyed, and his hat veneered 

With the tide of the pirate's gore. 

^^How is this, my brave Philadelphia boy?'' 

Cried the rollicking captain then. 
** Little dreamt I e'er this sight to enjoy; 
I thought you would not a mosquito annoy ; 
How is it you fight like ten!" 

* ' Thou art wrong, my good friend, ' ' then the Quaker said, 
' ' For I did not combat at all. 
When they entered the ship, if I stood at the head 
Of the rest and a few drops of blood did shed. 
That 's not what I fighting call. 

**I stood by the stair; when a pirate came 

I spake thus in kindly tone: 
' Please keep back, my friend, I know not thy name. 
But if thou keepst on thou mayst chance to maim 
Thy head, or perhaps some bone. ' 

^'Well, they kept right on, and 't is not my fault 
That they stumbled against my pike, 
I stood on the stair, and I bade them halt. 
If they persevered in their wicked assault, 
I 'm sure nobody saw me strike." 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 125 

' ' Here 's a hand to you, Quaker, ' ' the captain quoth, 
^'And now our discussion ends; 
Though you wear broad brims, and may speak no oath, 
Why, pirate and devil, I 'd fight them both 
With you and a few such Friends.'' 

VI 

Wlien you once find a friend he 's a treasure to prize. 
For you can't judge a man by his height or his size. 
By the length of his nose or the hue of his eyes. 
Or the kind of garments he wears— 
Why, he might wear kilts. 



VII 

Of another kind of friend I '11 tell a story: 
A shorter one, I trust, and not so gory. 

Have you ever been asked to collect for a cause, 
With a smile, and ^^You do it so well"! 

Have you ever inserted your delicate paws 
Into the pockets that visibly swell 

With wealth which belongs to the sick and the mean? 

In that case very likely this friend you '11 have seen. 

Mrs. Smith was philanthropic, 

She 'd a million in the bank. 
Nor had she the disagreeable 

Reputation of a crank. 
Her good John had predeceased her, 

She 'd no kith or kin on earth ; 
And our hospital endowments 

Were remarkable for dearth. 



126 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

I was asked to call upon her, 

And I went with little fear, 
At that time of peace and bounty 

Which attends the closing year ; 
She received me with effusion, 

Wished to know what debt we had. 
Shook her head when I announced it. 

And agreed 'twas very sad. 

Then she spoke with real emotion 

Of the justice of our cause. 
Thought that it should be supported, 

Said the State should pass new laws. 
All the while I fondly gloated 

Over what I felt would come. 
For I knew she 'd head my paper 

With a round five-figure sum. 

Then I raised it to six figures 

When she talked of future work. 
Grew enthused o 'er wards and clinics. 

Satirized the mob who shirk ; 
Best of all, as she waxed rapturous 

And exclaimed, ^'We 're out of date; 
We must have a new wing added,'' 

I had hopes of her estate. 

Finally she took my paper. 

Read the heading through with care, 
Slowly sidled towards a table. 

Found some ink ; I brought the chair. 
Then she with deliberation 

Wrote her name upon the sheet. 
Handed me the folded paper, 

And I soon was in the street. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 127 

Oh how happily I hastened 

From her presence with the thought 
That our debt had been extinguished, 
That she 'd given us a lot. 
^'What a noble soul," I murmured, 
^^Benefactress, saint, I '11 call her.'' 
Then I looked upon the paper, 
And it said : "A Friend, one dollar. ' ' 



VIII 

But let us now no longer play with words. 
And strive to pluck a jest from strange conceits. 
Come, noble Zetes, and see what friendship is. 
That true, that priceless bond 'twixt man and man 
Which links them so together that the world's 
Envy and slander cannot rive the tie, 
Nor fear of death dissever each from each. 



IX 

'T was spring in Montreal in sixteen sixty. 
The ice had drifted downwards to the sea, 

Gay, red-winged blackbirds darted through the thickets, 
The buds were big on every bush and tree. 

But not within the corners of the fortress 

Which Maisonneuve had built to guard his fold. 

Did joy leap forth with coming of the springtide. 
For fear weighed down the timid, doubt the bold. 

How could they hail the birds, the breeze, the blossoms. 
How could they welcome dawn and sunshine clear. 

When grateful warmth and ever-lengthening daylight 
Brought the Five Nations' hellish war-whoop near? 



128 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

There were stout hearts behind those rough-hewn ram- 
parts ; 

No Frenchman thought to leave his work undone, 
Faith had upreared an outpost in the desert. 

Who should draw backf The task was but begun. 

Thus many waited, listening for the war-whoop, 
But with no sign of shrinking from their fate. 

One only pondered deeper than the others; 
Dollard des Ormeaux could not brook to wait. 

What was his plan*? To meet the deadly war band 
In their own wilds, deep 'mid the forest dim ; 

There should he perish, and with him the heroes 
Who for their homes dared face such peril grim. 

Quickly he gathered those he wished for comrades. 
Sixteen they were, besides their youthful chief; 

Some were but striplings, none had reached full manhood ; 
All April buds, frost-bitten ere the leaf. 

The youngest youth was Bollard's dear companion, 
Louis Martin, a merry, smooth-faced boy; 

Dollard had denied him, seeking to preserve one 
Whom he could not see the Iroquois destroy. 

But Martin had said: ^'My Dollard, I am going; 

Why, there 's but four years between my age and thine ; 
Thou shalt not deny me, one canoe shall take us; 

Out there in the forest thy fate shall be mine. 



J? 



So he had his will and, first among the followers. 
Sealed his solemn oath to struggle and to die. 

He and they were shriven, then they said their partings. 
Launched canoes, and sped past reach of Christian eye. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 129 

Now the while they moved in steady, silent cortege 
Westward along the Ottawa's dark stream, 

Forth from their cantons poured the dusky war horde, 
O'er lake and river flashed the paddles' gleam. 

But first the Frenchmen reached that spot of vantage 
Where the Long Saut makes human voices dumb ; 

There took the shore, and, deftly hid in ambush, 
Bode till their fierce, unwitting foe should come. 



't were a gallant tale to tell 
How they fought on that shore. 

Every Frenchman had sworn to sell 
Bone, and sinew, and more. 

Every redskin with fury yelled. 
As the best braves fell dead 

By the stockade that Dollard held. 
With musket-hail of lead. 

Seven hundred there were without. 

Savage as panthers all; 
Not a man in the rude redoubt 

Could their mad shrieks appal. 

Flour for food, and for drink the rain. 
Eight days those Frenchmen fought; 

Frantic with thirst and worn out by pain. 
Sleepless, fainting, distraught. 



130 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Dollard and Martin? They were slain, 
And all their comrades true; 

But the Five Nations won in vain, 
Won, then in flight withdrew. 

What did they die for, side by side. 

There in the forest wild! 
'T was not for hate, 't was not for pride. 

Nor had false hope beguiled. 

Dollard died that his death might save 

Ville Marie and its fold. 
Dollard dared, there was none so brave ; 

None so resolved, so bold. 

Dollard died with a lordly grace, 
O may his fame ne'er end! 

Dollard died for his faith and race. 
But Martin died for his friend. 



XI 

I Ve used full many words, and yet not said 

What is this sacred friendship which we Ve proved. 

You ask me, ^ ' What is Wealth f I cannot tell ; 

For gold brings solace, yet as oft brings woe. 

You ask me, ^ ' What is Pleasure f ' ' Still the same, 

I cannot tell, for Pleasure is a witch ; 

Sometimes her joys are noble, sometimes base. 

But if, once more, you ask me, ^^What are Friends f 

I say right out, nor pause— they are Godsends. 

Chaeles W. Colby, Alpha Psi, '87. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 131 



GRAVITATION OF MANKIND 

Read at the Semi-Centennial of the Sigma Chapter, 
Philadelphia, March 10, 1900 

My wares liave not been advertised aright— 
I hold no poem here— I have none here to write. 
Then pardon, brethren, if I steal your time, 
And cheat you with a plain, unvarnished rhyme. 

On the sea there 's not a ripple, and the fleet that 's moored 
inside 

Of the harbor sleep securely ; not a current, not a tide 

Rocks them in their quiet slumbers, sways them from their 
anchorage. 

Rest they quiet as a picture etched upon the glassy page. 

Each of each seems independent, each within itself com- 
plete. 

Each a microcosmic kingdom, though an atom of the fleet. 

Not a force now seems to touch them, as they sleep away 
the night; 

Yet but once you cut their cables and a force will come 
in sight 

That will draw them all together. Almost imperceptibly 

Unseen tendrils wrapped around them bridge the inter- 
vening sea. 

Tendrils intertwined with tendrils— Nature's love that 
cannot speak— 

Draws the fleet of brother vessels till they 're touching 
cheek to cheek. 

Science says, ^^Mere gravitation." So it is, but not 
confined 



132 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

To manimate creation ; study man and you will find, 

'Mongst the strongest, deepest forces that control the hu- 
man mind, 

This great force of human nature— gravitation of man- 
kind. 

Study pyramid or Bible, or the Middle Ages scan ; 

Every people, every era tells how man 's attracting man. 

Like as water finds its level, so men drift toward fellow- 
men. 

Oft unconscious of the impulse ; when they realize it, then 

Clubs and Brotherhoods and Lodges form themselves 
instinctively ; 

Not to satisfy a morbid, sentimental ecstasy, 

Not with counterfeit ideals (frenzied Paris, day by day. 

Sacrificing human victims to its false Fraternite), 

But with deep heart-burning hunger, human gravitation 
draws 

Hearts of sturdy, manly fellows. In obedience to its laws 

Bigger ships feel more attraction ; so the man with biggest 
heart 

Feels a thrill in which the weakling merely has a feeble 
part. 

Held in check by strong repression, as the anchor held 
the ship. 

Doubly grows the Saxon's yearning for a loyal comrade's 
grip. 

Some one says, ^'But what 's the profit in a mere Fra- 
ternity 1 ' ' 

*^Just a band of noisy students, what use can they be 
tome?'' 

^^What of personal advancement can I gain by joining 
one?" 

^^ Is n't it a poor investment, after all is said and done!" 

*'What 's the use and what's the profit?" 'T is the 
money-changer's cry! 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 133 

Is the coin the only standard that we measure value by 1 
But we face the question boldly— do not hesitate to say: 
*^If you join to turn a penny, your investment will not 

pay." 
Times have been when loyal brother gave a hungry 

brother food; 
When material advantage has to needy Zetes accrued; 
But the times are so infrequent when a brother needs such 

aid, 
That you can^t weigh that advantage in the balances of 

Trade. 
But, thank God, we Ve that to offer which mere money 

cannot buy— 
The fellowship, the sympathy, the love of Zeta Psi. 
All honor to the instances of brothers ' friendly aid ; 
But higher than the instances the spirit thus displayed. 
For though in golden raiment Love her perfect self adorn. 
What 's the beauty of the raiment to the beauty of the 

form? 
Love fraternal, satisfying— this we gain from Zeta Psi, 
Thrilling souls that long were thirsting for the true Tau 

Kappa Phi. 
As to-night we meet together from all quarters of the land. 
Gathered in the mystic circle, gripping hard each brother ^s 

hand, 
Knowing by the glow within us what the love fraternal is, 
What utilitarianism can produce a joy like this! 
Gravitation ! gravitation ! thanks, indeed, we owe to you 
For the fellowship you Ve fostered, keeping all our in- 
stincts true 
To the laws of Mother Nature, tugging so unceasingly 
At the anchor chains that hold us scattered on Life's 

lonely sea. 
Ever let your impulse guide us, ever let this truth be 

known: 



134 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

^^He who would not starve Ms nature, lives not to him- 
self alone." 

• • • • • • • •• 

Brothers, let ns cut our cables, we are weary lying still, 
Anchored at our lonely moorings, let Fate draw us where 

it will. 
So it draw us all together every year, to satisfy 
All our deep fraternal cravings at the fount of Zeta Psi. 

Edwards S. Dunn, Sigma, '87. 



PROGRESS 

Read at the Grand Chapter Convention, 
Portland, Me., February 16, 1901 

In days of yore 't was quite au fait. 

When giving stylish dinners. 
To have a jester, that his play 

Might entertain those sinners 
Who well could feudal strife provoke. 

And steal their neighbors ' ladies, 
But couldn't fabricate a joke 

To save themselves from Hades. 

But printing-presses came around 

And spread the art of reading. 
Until the saddened jester found 

His business was receding; 
For making jokes became a trade. 

And his off-handed sally 
But poorest kind of showing made 

With those from Printers' Alley. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 135 

And so he had to change his name— 

But still secures admission 
To just such banquets, just the same— 

Nor changed is his condition. 
They have him for a sort of tool, 

And all the people know it; 
And he must rise and play the fool— 

Though now they call him ^'poet.'^ 

Yet sometimes Duty joins Desire, 

And then the fingers, feeling 
The heart 's strong impulse, strike the lyre, 

A new-born power revealing. 
For with a theme that charms the Muse 

It 's easy to caress her; 
And who a grander theme would choose 

Than Zeta Psi, God bless her? 

That name ! At once the pulses burn 

With youthful fire and feeling; 
Time 's withered fingers now return 

The years that he 's been stealing ; 
Again we stand in youth's bright mom, 

All life but boyish dreaming. 
With hot ambition, bold to scorn 

At Life's hard strife as seeming. 

Of course, there 's no man knows so much. 

And knows he knows the limit. 
And sees success, and wealth, and such 

Secured him any minute. 
That he may choose to shake the bough 

With his long pole of knowledge. 
As that youth with the ^^ marble brow" 

Who 's just come down to college. 



136 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

It 's not surprising this is so— 

Bom in some quiet village 
Wliere few folks may their time bestow 

Upon such mental tillage, 
He 's been the scholar of the town, 

Has seemed quite like the teacher, 
And good old folks have set him down 

As ''cut ouf for a preacher. 

Upon the platform he has shone 

In graduation's glory. 
And made old Wisdom's temple groan 

With his salutatory ; 
While maidens modestly admired 

And older folks applauded. 
And big bouquets were at him fired, 

And he was "first" recorded. 

Thus to the college home he comes— 

A boy as man parading; 
Untaught the cynic lore that numbs 

The soul to Truth's persuading; 
His heart and mind by youth's hot flame 

Made soft to take the moulding 
Of those who then the chance may claim 

To aid that life's unfolding. 

And then? The gem of promise rare. 

By faithless folly fingered, 
May soon be marred and never wear 

The charm that might have lingered. 
But then the budding life to meet. 

To seek its hidden treasures 
And bring them forth, refined, complete. 

This, Zeta's duty measures. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 137 

For while the book may train the mind, 

Hearts are the heart's sole teachers; 
No school its true success shall find 

Save through such nobler features. 
And thus those higher lessons taught 

By this, our college mother, 
Hath oft the truer statute wrought— 

A power beyond all other. 

Her motto: Let the wide World pause 

And learn the truth there gleaming 
Now, as a new-born Century draws 

Us on where fields are teeming 
With hopes, and dreams, and fancies rare 

So beauteously blended, 
A new life in the quickened air. 

New powers to earth descended. 

Pause, while the Christians hunt to death 

Their struggling Christian brothers, 
And avaricious pride the breath 

Of pleading conscience smothers; 
While homes by thousands fall in wrack 

And hearts are torn asunder, 
And murdered thousands clog the track 

Where nations fight for plunder. 

Had but the World that motto ta'en! 

Away with vain repining: 
'T is ours to make her teachings plain. 

To keep her bright light shining 
Till honor and a brother's love, 

The earth with power controlling. 
Shall set her lamp high up above 

The mists so darkly rolling. 



138 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Then shall the new-born Century bring 

That day of days most glorious, 
When through the world the song shall ring 

Of Right o 'er Wrong victorious ; 
When nations ' banners all shall tell 

Of power that brings Earth pleasure, 
And none a soldier's blood shall sell 

To heap greed's swollen measure. 

Is this a dream? Do we dream when we picture an era of 
justice? 

Must it be ever the same, and Might always master of 
Virtue? 

Must the ear of the centuries tire with the clamorous hor- 
rors of battle 

And rulers write History's page in the blood of their 
sacrificed people? 

No : though the darkness be drear, though the brute within 
man long may govern. 

Though genius turn Judas for greed, betraying its glori- 
ous mission. 

Though glittering honors may blind the eyes that should 
see the true pathway. 

Though preachers, enamoured of wealth, for profit forget- 
ting the gospel— 

Led by Mahomet 's red hand and not by the meek Galilean, 

Preach slaughter's heathenish creed in the temples that 
Mammon hath builded; 

Yet there 's a dawning shall come, for Humanity's motto 
is * ' Progress. ' ' 

Onward: the way may be long, our eyes and the eyes of 
our children 

All may grow heavy and close, nor look on the bright land 
of promise. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 139 

E 'en as that people of old strode on through that earlier 
darkness, 

Wearied and fell by the way, nor knew if they followed a 
phantom ; 

Yet that bright morning shall come ; yea, the throb of Hu- 
manity 's pulses 

Tells us 'tis near though the prophets of ill cry out to 
deceive us. 

Hark to that heart-murmured sound that speaks of a na- 
tion in mourning, 

Look on the millions of forms bowed down as with per- 
sonal sorrow. 

List to the voices of praise that speak the soul 's tenderest 
language, 

Wrapping a form that is still in a more than imperial 
mantle. 

Here is no warrior dead, no chieftain with blood-dripping 
sabre 

Snatching from slaughter an Alarie's crown, but only a 
woman. 

Woman and wife— though queen, 'neath the glare of im- 
perial splendor 

Ever that life shown true to its tenderly womanly 
nature. 

Seeking in Power's clenched hand a gift for the good of 
her people. 

Striving Ambition to check when his march meant the 
sorrows of others. 

And as o'er history's page shall stalk the great builders 
of kingdoms, 

Those who have towered over men and made the earth 
shake with their presence. 

She, whose life closed with the words, ^*I have sought to 
bring peace to my people," 



140 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Exalted shall be over all, and Victoria shall be called 
blessed ! 

And as the rolling worlds, through the depths of im- 
measurable ether, 

Swing with the changing years in courses fixed and un- 
changing, 

Far o'er the meteor's glare that flames to our limited 
vision 

Brighter than any star— but dies away in an instant 

Self -consumed in the flash that alone tells the world of its 
presence. 

While those great orbs serene shine on with unvarying 
splendor ; 

So o'er the meteor glare of war's bloody flame of de- 
struction 

And clouds, black with avarice's breath, that mock at the 
soul's upward yearning, 

There arches the changeless sky of God's immeasurable 
wisdom. 

And from it the stars of Truth shine down with a glorious 
effulgence . 

And as the myriad lives, in the sunless abysses of ocean, 

Yield that they thus may give their mite to an island's 
upbuilding, 

Though each may bring but a grain, nor perceive that the 
work is advancing, 

Yet to a purpose true, they die and their monument slowly 

Eises toward light, till the sea is pressed back and a beau- 
teous island 

Lies in the sun where a higher life may have an existence ; 

So shall the world progress by each individual effort. 

No one may compass the all, yet each may have part in 
the labor; 

And though the little advance he wins may seem nothing 
but fancy. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 141 

Tempting his mind to yield and forget this inscrutable 

struggle, 
Still let his heart be strong in the thought that no gener- 
ous impulse 
Ever is lost to the world, but, striking the spiritual ether, 
Wakens those circling waves that swell and move outward 

forever. 
Thus was this motto designed as a lamp that should bla^e 

for our guidance. 
Set high over the rocks to warn of the perils of shipwreck ; 
And though the storms of doubt may sweep over Life's 

troubled ocean. 
Swelling the barrier seas that hurl us away from our 

haven. 
Blinding the straining eyes with the freezing spray of 

Life's tumult, 
Still be that beacon our guide, and though ere the struggle 

be ended 
We may grow weary and fall, our work shall not prove 

unavailing. 
But shall aid others to reach that harbor of Faith's noble 

longing. 
Where ever that beacon light shall shine with an infinite 

splendor. 

And as a lark, upspringing from the field. 
Pours on the air a stream of wondrous song. 
Thrilling the ear with notes so full and strong 
That other birds their songs in silence shield. 
And still she mounts until at last concealed 
'Mid those blue heights to which her strains belong. 
Her notes come down to that attentive throng 
Touched with a power the heavens alone can yield— 
So shall the soul by this true motto won, 
Taught on this lamp to fix a changeless eye. 



142 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

Find growing strength with which the race to run, 
Bring hope to those the careless ones pass by, 
Till Life 's strange course of pain and pleasure done. 
It may be crowned as worthy Zeta Psi ! 

Edwaed C. Plummer, Lambda, '87. 



MEMORIES AND HOPES 

Of all the mem'ries of the past 

That haunt our hearts to-night, 
That send a thrill through ev'ry nerve 

And put our cares to flight, 
Which line our brows by garish day 

Or furrow them by night. 
The sweetest, Zeta Psi, are thine, 

And thine by holy right ! 

Of all the hopes our hearts hold fast 

For which we strive with might. 
Of deeds, a thankful world to cheer. 

Of inmost thoughts aright. 
Of kindnesses to brothers done. 

Who struggle in the fight,— 
The highest, Zeta Psi, are thine, 

Are thine by holy right! 

Lawrence A. McLouth, Xi, '87. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 143 

^^JUST A ROOM FULL OF ZETES'' 

Read at the Grand Chapter Convention, 
Providence, R. I., February 22, 1902 

Most worthy toastmaster, and brother Zetes all, 

I wonder if any would fail to recall 

Holding up a small fragment of bone or of meat 

Before some poor dog he 's picked up on the street, 

Saying, ''Speak for it; speak, sir; here, speak for your 

dinner ' ' ; 
And if, as might happen, we found the poor sinner 
Too slow altogether in uttering his wail. 
Why, the simplest thing then was to step on his tail. 
And the long howl he 'd make was as good to our thought 
As the genuine bark of a dog better taught; 
And I really suppose 'twas as good for us boys. 
The dog had his dinner, and we had the noise. 
Now, of course, as we 're boys again just at this time. 
You '11 not care for a poem, sententious, sublime; 
Or lofty discourse, our achievements repeating, 
But just a plain howl, as the price of my eating. 
We read in the Scripture that once in a year. 
The Children of Israel, from far and from near. 
Would come to their capital city to hold 
Their feasts to the memory of heroes of old. 
And we, though our capital yearly is new. 
Unite from afar to hold festival too. 
And when Brother Pierson's kind care I recall, 
I am sure we are children of Iseael all. 
I love when the days of the summer are longest. 
And the sun shoots his darts at us straightest and 

strongest. 
To flee from the city's grim grinding, and sitting 



144 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

At ease on the bank of a pond, watch the flitting 

Of the dragon-flies gay as they dart to and fro, 

Now this way, now that, now come, and now go; 

In the rays of the sunbeams like jewels aflame. 

Without purpose or care, without effort or aim, 

As if living, mere life, were enough and to spare; 

Instinct with the freedom, the joy debonnaire 

Of that pure love of life that a debutante feels, 

With her dance programme filled, and ten men at her 

heels. 
The future, what 's in it to fret such as they! 
They laugh at the future who live but a day. 
I Ve a feeling of what, if I could, I would write; 
As effortless, joyous, 'twould be, and as bright 
As the flight of those dragon-flies over the stream; 
Now to this it would turn, now to that, with a gleam. 
As it turned, of a wit that should sparkle and flash. 
But all my fond hopes tumble down with a crash. 
One comparison only my lay dares invite. 
As they live but a day, it will live but a night. 
And I fear, ere I come to the end of my song. 
You will find even that a good deal too long. 
As I stand and look down these long rows of tables 
And try from a scanty collection of fables 
To find one that fits all my auditors here, 
I own my heart sinks with a justified fear. 
Just think, here are Freshmen and Sophs, too, to boot, 
The sternest of critics, the hardest to suit, 
While a patriarch sage with the wisdom of years 
Here and there 'midst the gathering of youngsters appears. 
How shall I find words that shall reach to them all ? 
To bench, bar and pulpit alike, and recall 
Our Fraternity's spell, that loyal devotion. 
That comradeship tinged with a deeper emotion, 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 145 

That love we have felt in the years that are past, 

The love that has lasted, and always will last! 

Yes, if for to-night I could hold in my hand 

Oblivion's merciful, merciless wand, 

I would touch each in turn till its charm should erase 

The work of the years that have passed; not a trace 

Of the labor of camp or of court should remain. 

But just the pure Zete, fresh from college again. 

Into the tired brain of the judge there should steal 

That contempt of the court which the rest of us feel 

When a case goes against us ; with sighs of relief 

The lawyer forget that misnomer, the *^ brief"; 

Our preachers should drop all their isms and ologies, 

Their comments, concordances, essays, apologies; 

The merchant should look on both debtor and creditor 

With the same benign smile, the over-worked editor 

For an hour should forget his monotonous grind. 

Nor strive new sensations or scandals to find. 

The professor should cease digging after the roots 

Of quadratics or Greek verbs ; for once let the fruits 

Of that old tree of knowledge, that brought us such woe. 

Stay unplucked on the bough, let them wither or no, 

And instead let us turn, with a new sharpened knife, 

To gather the fruit of that other tree— Life. 

Yes, all should dispense with such sheer superfluities, 

And the wisdom that years bring, unwelcome annuities ; 

So that here we should have, not just a mere hall full 

Of men of whose deeds I might write this poor scrawl 

full- 
No, not that, but just this,— and Echo repeats 
''What more do you want?"— just a room full of Zetes! 
I Ve told what I wanted to do, if I could, 
But as I read over, in critical mood, 
My wishes, I feel just a little ashamed 
10 



146 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

At taking as much on myself as I Ve claimed. 

Quite unneeded is all the labored array 

Of rhyme and of rhetoric, pomp and display. 

Just a song that begins, ''We pledge thee to-night," 

A grip that we know, a badge that shines bright 

On each breast, a motto, Tau, Kappa and Phi, 

What more do we need time's power to defy! 

Yes, these are enough to make equals of all. 

And when our Fraternity's pledge we recall, 

Each heart, full of thoughts that are sacred and tender, 

To the sway of remembrance and love will surrender, 

Naught common to mar, but with swelling emotion 

That pledge we renew, with undying devotion. 

And with hearts all aflame and with glasses on high. 

Our service we offer to dear Zeta Psi. 

William H. Eddy, Epsilon, '92. 



A SONG TO OUR SOVEREIGN 

Read before the Grand Chapter Convention, 
Toronto, January 5, 1895 

for one breath of mighty inspiration. 
To sing thy praises, Sovereign Zeta Psi ! 

Whose magic bonds bind nation unto nation. 
And fill all hearts with peace and amity. 

Honor's bright crest flames on thy bloodless shield, 

And love's devotion to thy name we yield. 

Thou writest history with a golden pen. 
And in thy past's pure mirror we discern 

An image of thy future; grant us, then. 
Forever may thy golden years return. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 147 

And may the sharers of thy sacred name 
Preserve forever thy inviolate fame. 



We bear a holier trust than those who hold 
Allegiance to some earthly lord's behest; 

Our Sovereign Lady's subjects are enrolled 
Above the turmoils of this mortal quest. 

Nor heed we in our fellowship of life 

The grating discords of the world's harsh strife. 



Thy throne is built upon the magic years 
That rob thee not of thy perpetual youth; 

For thou art lovely, and thy fair face wears 
The quenchless radiance of eternal Truth; 

Death cannot harm thee, nor disaster bow, 

For Immortality is on thy brow. 



Thy smile is a fair light wherein we move, 
The voice upon thy lips in music parts. 

Thy watchword is the sacred name of Love, 
Inscribed in golden letters on our hearts; 

And fealty fairer than this earth has known 

Binds us in loyal thraldom to thy throne. 



Thy bonds are not a tyrant's bonds; thy chains 
Gall not the happy soul that bears them. 

Love's fetters are they, whose soft clasp detains 
In happy servitude the heart that wears them. 

When most we serve thee are we only free. 

For in thy bondage is our Liberty! 



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THE JUBILEE OF THE 



Then pass from hand to hand the rosy wine, 
And drink the nectar to our radiant Queen ; 

Forever may her gathering glories shine 
On years as stainless as her past have been. 

Drink, brothers ! for this proud earth cannot boast 

A purer purpose in a nobler toast. 

OscAE Pelham Edgar, Theta Xi, '92. 



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Clear and sweet. 
Over the roar and the rumble of traffic, 

Over the noise of the tireless feet, 
I hear the notes of the Chapter whistle 

Through the crowd of a city street. 

Presto, change! 
Magically fading, the big blocks vanish, 

Crowds disperse and a long low range 
Of redwood hills to the west rise guarding 

A land where no path is strange. 

Ah! the note 
Bubbling out of the glad young grasses, 

Voice of the spring in the meadow-lark 's throat, 
While over and through, from the sad-toned chapel 

The strokes of the hours float. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 149 

Faint and gone ; 
All is loud with the world's endeavor, 

Deaf to the call, save I, alone. 
Who find a hand in the crowd of strangers 

And know that a love lives on! 

Charles Kellogg Field, Mu, '95. 



STAR OF MY YOUTH 

0, star of my youth and the fairest of all, 

With a lustre outshining the day, 
Zeta Psi ! Lo, thy children shall faint not nor fall 

If thy beams but illumine the way. 
From far have we come here thy praises to sing. 

Yet we stand but as one in thy sight. 
And around thee the song of our praises shall ring. 

To scatter the shadows of night. 

Youth, manhood, and age, here together we stand. 

With hands and with hearts that are one. 
Hearts beating for thee and firm hand clasping hand 

Until friendship with life shall be done; 
And so at the end, when our last song is sung. 

And we draw near the shadowy bourne. 
May the memories of thee, when our hearts still were 
young. 

Dawn fair on the glorious morn ! 

Chaeles Edwaed Thomas, Eta (Yale), '97. 



150 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

STEIN SONG 

Written for the third annual banquet of the Alpha Beta 
Chapter, February 7, 1902 



We are Zetes all bound together 

By fraternal ties so true, 
And in fair or stormy weather 

We do as all good Zetes should do, 
Cast away care and worry. 
Forget life's haste and hurry; 
Still find time for application 

To our college work so dear? f ? I 
But when tasks are completed 
And round the festive board we 're seated. 
How the house resounds with laughter, 
Right good fellowship and cheer! 

II 

Through all trials and tribulations 
With Zete fortitude we pass. 

Life is not all jollification, 

When unprepared we go to class. 
What care we then for chiding, 
Behind the clouds the sun is hiding. 
As to '^ Profs" we 're coinciding, 

They 're but types of ^'strenuous life." 
But exams soon are ended. 
For degrees we are recommended, 
And our hearts with joy expanded, 
As we praise our Zeta Psi. 

Wm. H. Cakd, Alpha Beta, 1901. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 151 

IN MEMORIAM 

Paul S. Ellis, Mu,'97 : died December 28, 1894 
The first break in the Mu Chapter 

First broken link of that dear chain, 
That circling binds us heart 'to heart, 

Time only dulls, not heals, our pain. 

To know we may not mend again 
The links that fall apart. 

You, who have been the first to die. 
Are not all dead to us who grieve. 

You loved in true Tau Kappa Phi, 

This fills for us in Zeta Psi 
The memory you leave. 

And when we grasp in ancient form 

The hands that make that broken chain. 
From that sweet stillness after storm. 
Your hand still gives a pressure warm, 
And makes it whole again ! 

Charles Kellogg Field, Mu, '95. 
CHI'S FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY 

Read at the Semi-Centennial of the Chi Chapter, 
Waterville, Me., June 26, 1900 



Sometimes when the outlook is blue, 

When the sun seems to fade from the heavens. 
When the false wears the face of the true. 

And life is at sixes and sevens, 



152 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

When hope's lovely evergreens die, 
When Fortune's fine favors we miss 

Ah, then we are tempted to sigh 

For a world that is better than this. 



When maidens ineffably fair 

Our hearts have tremendously smitten, 
And they give us the stoniest stare 

And a small but significant mitten; 
When in Wall Street we are forced to the wall, 

And— lamblike— are shaved to the bone— 
Then, over our wormwood and gall, 

For a world that is better we groan. 



But 0, on this halcyon night. 

As we sit in the lap of our mother, 
As our pulses beat high with delight, 

And we fondly embrace one another; 
As the bell in the belfry of Chi 

Peals proudly with clarion tongue. 
Proclaiming to earth, sea, and sky 

That to-day she is fifty years young— 



Then the world that is better than this 

Recedes like a splendid chimera, 
We love it not less, but the bliss 

Of the world that 's in esse is dearer; 
The beautiful bird in the hand 

Has a plumage so charming the eye. 
Not a bird in the bush can command 

The homage we lavish on Chi. 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 153 

II 

Whene'er I see a mill-wheel whirling around with much 

ado, 
As its cheery song of Labor rings some happy valley 

through, 
While I pause to look and listen comes a proverb to my 

mind, 
Which runs that with the water passed the mill will never 

grind. 

But the proverb is fallacious; standing on the shore of 

time 
Is a mill whose voice enthralls us like a tender vesper 

chime ; 
'T is the mill of Retrospection, and to-night it 's grinding 

fast 
As it evermore is grinding— with the water that is passed. 

wondrous mill of Memory ! we 're moved to smiles and 

tears. 
The while you grind the precious grist of half a hundred 

years ; 
The water that was passed returns with full, with magic 

might. 
And like an arrow flies the wheel before our inner sight. 

And while the mill is vocal, Zeta Psi 's on every lip. 
Every hand with pleasure 's aching from the pressure of 

the grip, 
Fond we pluck the four-leaved clover as we 've plucked 

them oft before 
In the fields— the true Elysian— on affection's golden 

shore ! 



154 THE JUBILEE OF THE 

As we bend to catch the music, as we note the winnowed 

grain, 
Grists of trials and of triumphs, here a pleasure, there a 

pain, 
There must be no strain discordant in our joyous harvest 

hymn— 
We had best unlearn our learning if it makes the sunshine 

dim. 



All in vain some pensive brother shall our thoughts pre- 
sume to ^j 

On the Zeta Psi contingent that 's been ferried o'er the 
Styx, 

There must be no sad allusion as the mill-stream rushes by 

To the comrades who have vanished, to the dead of Zeta 
Psi. 



For 't is by Faith we Ve watching and she shall make it 

clear. 
Not a man of us is missing, every mother's son is here ! 
While we greet that glorious goddess and are lingering at 

her knee. 
We shall hear her proudly murmur, ^'Not a single 

absentee. ' ' 



Now our vision is beclouded, darkly through a glass we 
see. 

But could we pierce the mist veils at this hour of jubilee. 

We 'd behold them mingling with us, brethren from the 
hither shore, 

Comrades still, our guardian angels, and alive forever- 
more ! 



ZETA PSI FRATERNITY 155 

Say not they were but are not, such phrases let us scout, 
Holding high the ancient standards in this iron age of 

doubt; 
Say not they were but are not, for beyond the farthest 

star 
They live the life immortal— say merely that they are ! 

'T is better to have loved and lost than ne 'er to love at 

all, 
But better still it is to know, whatever may befall, 
That love can never lose its own and so can fate defy, 
For love is God and God is life, and death alone shall die ! 

So Faith's grand inspiration shall our hearts with rapture 

fill. 
Let us gather strength and courage from the music of 

the mill. 
From the valley and the shadow we shall turn our eyes 

away 
To the mountain peaks celestial and the coming perfect 

day! 

Ill 

His song is sung, the minstrel turns to go, 
While memory's mill-stream has the rosy glow 
Of some calm river when the day is done. 
Whose bosom reddens with the setting sun! 
But as he takes his leave, with glistening eye 
And ardent wishes for rejoicing Chi, 
Lo, wide-eyed fancy on the scene appears 
And paints the picture of the coming years. 
When the new century whose mighty roar 
Already fills our ears, shall be no more— 
A hundred years from now, when, gone afar^ 
Our names the college catalogues shall star, 



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Who then shall keep thy banner in the sky, 
And firm shall hold thy fort, Zeta Psi? 
Vain is the qnery; we can only pray 
That evermore, down to the latest day, 
Her light shall shine and keep her in the van 
Of those who serve the Brotherhood of Man; 
And when that Brotherhood the world shall fill, 
And all the nations work its blessed will— 
Then, then shall dawn the age so long foretold. 
The perfect flower of time, the age of gold ! 

William H. McElroy, Theta, '60. 
WHEN CHIVALRY HELD SWAY 



I Ve been thinking— 

I Ve been thinking 
How the knights, in days of yore. 
Their glistening armor bore ; 
How, in honor 's name, they fought 
For the guerdon which they sought ; 

I Ve been thinking— 

I Ve been thinking 
That it was a blessed day 
When Chivalry held sway ; 

Age of Glory, 

Rich in story!— 
When Chivalry held sway! 

Refrain. 

Raise the banner fair of Zeta Psi! 
White and gold, with sunshine let it vie! 
See in glorious blazonry Tau Kappa Phi ! 
raise the flag, and let it wave forever. 



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II 



I Ve been thinking 

I Ve been thinking 
That the oath the true knight swore 
Now is taken as of yore ; 
And that, in the heart of youth, 
Honor lights the path to truth; 

I Ve been thinking— 

I Ve been thinking 
That it rules the purest life, 
As when knights went forth to strife ; 

'T is a power 

In this hour, 
As when Chivalry held sway. 



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I Ve been thinking— 

I Ve been thinking 
Of a shrine at which we kneel. 
Where we vow each brother 's weal ; 
Where Fraternal Love's behest 
Bids us forth in glory's quest. 

I Ve been thinking— 

I Ve been thinking. 
Did the stroke of royal steel 
Fire the heart with purer zeal 

In the olden time, 

In the golden time, 
When Chivalry held sway? 

Leo E. Lewis, Kappa, '87, 



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ZETA PSI MEMORIES 

O, Time, liow swiftly thou dost bear 

Our precious hours away ! 
When first I learned Tau Kappa Phi 

Seems but as yesterday ; 
But, Time, I find no fault with thee, 

For still those hours are mine, 
Round Zeta Psi, forever fresh. 

Delightful memories twine. 

When I was but a Freshman young. 

To Zeta Psi unknown. 
With wond'ring eyes her badge I scanned 

What means each sparkling stone 1 
Some hidden bond unites these men 

In warmest brotherhood. 
Each labors for the others ' weal. 

They seek the true and good. 

It seemed that I must tread alone 

For four scholastic years 
The college halls, without the grasp. 

The kindly word that cheers ; 
Of all that secret symbols wore 

They seemed to prize most high 
Fraternal love, fraternal faith, 

Whose pledge was Zeta Psi. 

Passed half the year ; this noble band 

To each was kind and true, 
I wondered what the mystery meant. 

And longed to know it, too ;— 



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Rich blessings be on him who first 

The invitation spake 
To me to join this brotherhood, 

Its binding vows to take ! 



Leaped then with joy this heart of mine, 

It seemed a vision fair— 
To bear the name of Zeta Psi, 

Her beauteous badge to wear; 
If giv'n that blessed boon and taught 

Her sacred mystery, 
Worthy the gift and trust, I vowed, 

I 'd ever strive to be. 



The days seemed months till came the hour 

To seal my happy fate,— 
How courage fails when rings the cry, 
^^Now blind the candidate!" — 
* ^ He will not yield, ' ' the laugh goes round, 
^^Now see, he blindly gropes";— 
But soon the test is o 'er and then 
I realize my hopes. 



What erst was formal grasp is now 

A brother 's faithful grip. 
The hasty nod and word give place 

To deeds of fellowship ; 
By those without, our mystic ties 

Cannot be understood, 
Nor can they know the friendship true 

Bom of our brotherhood. 



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High as the stars the lofty aim 

Which rules each brother's soul, 
Eternal are the loving bonds 

Which all our hearts control;— 
Since first I learned what meanings deep 

Lie hid in Zeta Psi, 
Tau Kappa Phi has been my toast, 

And shall be till I die ! 

ISKAEL C. PlERSON, Phi, '65. 
Written in 1892. 



APR 10 1903 



